My brain can be a real asshole sometimes. My very own super-computer, wrinkled and gray and locked away between my ears, what I heard once referred to as "the most sophisticated pharmacy in the world", (although not mine specifically) seems to do all it can do to fuck with me, outwriting this wannabe writer 24/7 … Continue reading The Dude, Picard & Fry, Oh My!
writer’s block
A Non-Story
I've always heard that writing- or any form of creativity, is a gift, something that we are bestowed with, and ought to be grateful for. This gift is to be honed, lest we break some biblical code, and our use of it is to fulfill some obscure prophecy. I can't personally agree to that, though, … Continue reading A Non-Story
Force Fed Creativity
It happens every time. As sure as the hairy spider hunkering down in the dark corner of my front porch ensnares the diseased, disgusting fly, it happens. Every. Damn. Time. Although not always on my front porch. My brain is like an overstuffed file cabinet, filled with remnants of old paperwork of days gone- paperwork … Continue reading Force Fed Creativity