In Writing . . .
06.30.2009
But the truth is, she's my mistress. She's a lot of fun to look at naked, but she's not where my heart lies.
02.27.2009
Of course, there's the whole balancing issue. I'm sure part of the problem has to do with that.
01.12.2009
Right now, I have several pairs of wearable jeans. But not one of them is my favorite. My favorites all have big holes in them. And that leaves me with no old standby to wear to anything that isn't a Poison concert or my monthly Grunge Club social. Even then, it's really just too cold to wear these swathes of denim. So instead, I wear one of The Others.
11.18.2008
Recently my writing professor asked us to bring to class a writing sample (somebody else's work) that we find "beautiful" or "dangerous." My first thought was: beautiful OR dangerous? Isn't that redundant?
02.22.2008
There are a million and one reasons not to do something. But they all usually amount to one thing: fear. And let me just say that I've got some of the fear and some of the dread when it comes to this thing I've started, "Fiction Fridays."
12.05.2007
I didn't participate in NaNoWriMo this year, nor have I for any of the years since it began. I'm not sure if I ever will, actually. It just seems like I might wind up horribly maimed in some way or, worst case scenario, dead.
11.06.2007
The guy is pretty amazing and I think I want him to be my best friend. The word 'man-crush' comes to mind. It would be great. We would sit in coffee shops and be witty and sardonic and use lots of plays on words.
08.28.2007
In hotels, you find yourself reading USA Today . . .
08.23.2007
Articles like this depress me.
06.07.2007
It's crazy heavy in here. Like God playing chess with Nietzsche.
In Chewing . . .
06.08.2009
Then there's the whole problem of choice. Goddamit. We like to think having choices makes us happy. But we now know the great paradox about that, don't we? That the more choices we have, in general, the less happy we seem to be. Because there's the fear of making the "wrong" choice. And there's the regret that comes with making a bad one. And, of course, in a certain time and place, every choice can seem like a bad one. At root, I think is the illusion of control we like to maintain.
04.16.2009
Hi. I am a brand.
04.02.2009
Moses is sick of my bitching and carrying on. At Starbucks, he sips his coffee and taps his finger and looks out the window. He has cleaned up a bit. He wears dress slacks. A button up shirt. His hair is slicked back. He looks downright respectable.
03.27.2009
On my days off, I'd visit Juan. It was like my day at school. Because I was young and new to bartending. And Juan, who was a good ten years my senior, worked at one of the busiest Mexican cantinas in Dallas. He was, unequivocally, a bad-ass. And I felt like if I put in enough time observing him, that I too would be a bad-ass.
03.05.2009
Sometimes this spot--the one on my glasses, the right lens--sometimes, it doesn't bother me that much. But sometimes, like right now, it's all I can see. And I have to cock my head back in an abnormal way in order to get it out of my line of sight.
02.27.2009
Of course, there's the whole balancing issue. I'm sure part of the problem has to do with that.
02.11.2009
Moses has been showing up at the dog park lately. He wears a hoodie over layers of other clothes. His face is all eyebrows and a beard the color of road snow. We talk about the economy. He says things like, "When you're an architect, nobody wants to put you on retainer."
01.28.2009
So I went outside in the morning dark. The town already wide awake, excited, true. Like the quick intake of breath. Like the root and the stir. Like the clutch of a tongue-tied pinky swear. And packed purposefully into layers of clothes, I went chasing the down and the din.
01.12.2009
Right now, I have several pairs of wearable jeans. But not one of them is my favorite. My favorites all have big holes in them. And that leaves me with no old standby to wear to anything that isn't a Poison concert or my monthly Grunge Club social. Even then, it's really just too cold to wear these swathes of denim. So instead, I wear one of The Others.
01.06.2009
Out of all the things I lose each day--my keys, my hat, my sweater ... my sobriety, my dignity--the thing that bothers me the most is a lost voice.
In Blog . . .
06.30.2009
But the truth is, she's my mistress. She's a lot of fun to look at naked, but she's not where my heart lies.
04.16.2009
Hi. I am a brand.
12.08.2008
I've got a Tumblr blog and a few new content feeds, which I wanted to tell you about. But first, if you've been reading this blog for a while, I have to take a moment to ask: Are you okay?
08.01.2008
One of the things I love most about having work to do is that it forces me to procrastinate. I like to say that it gives my procrastination purpose. And one of my favorite ways to procrastinate with purpose is to add new features to this blog.
07.17.2008
I'd like to think that God had the best of intentions when he created chipmunks. But even God has days when he feels a little ornery, and all he feels like doing is kicking back and letting off some steam. So he invites Old Scratch over to his place and they smoke a couple of bowls and play a little XBox. And, over a heated game of Madden 2010 (they get advance copies of software) they think up ways to piss people off, or ruin Jason Lee's career.
05.06.2008
The memes have been flying all over the place lately. And I got hit in the crossfire. Twice. One in each leg. So here we go, six plus seven, plus one. Random/Weird/Quirky.
03.28.2008
I always hoped I'd be saying this under different circumstances, but ... I am completely in Your hands. And since we're still in the lingering twilight hours of Web 2.0, and user-generated content is apparently all the rage, why don't You leave a comment and at the same time satisfy my narcissistic curiosities by answering the same question I posed to Mat: Is there a difference between the "Blog Me" and the "Live and In Person Me?"
03.12.2008
Last week, I stepped out of my comfort zone a bit and joined a group called Thirty-Something Bloggers.
02.22.2008
There are a million and one reasons not to do something. But they all usually amount to one thing: fear. And let me just say that I've got some of the fear and some of the dread when it comes to this thing I've started, "Fiction Fridays."
12.04.2007
You've had this happen. I know you have.
In Favorites . . .
06.30.2009
But the truth is, she's my mistress. She's a lot of fun to look at naked, but she's not where my heart lies.
04.16.2009
Hi. I am a brand.
12.08.2008
I've got a Tumblr blog and a few new content feeds, which I wanted to tell you about. But first, if you've been reading this blog for a while, I have to take a moment to ask: Are you okay?
08.01.2008
One of the things I love most about having work to do is that it forces me to procrastinate. I like to say that it gives my procrastination purpose. And one of my favorite ways to procrastinate with purpose is to add new features to this blog.
07.17.2008
I'd like to think that God had the best of intentions when he created chipmunks. But even God has days when he feels a little ornery, and all he feels like doing is kicking back and letting off some steam. So he invites Old Scratch over to his place and they smoke a couple of bowls and play a little XBox. And, over a heated game of Madden 2010 (they get advance copies of software) they think up ways to piss people off, or ruin Jason Lee's career.
05.06.2008
The memes have been flying all over the place lately. And I got hit in the crossfire. Twice. One in each leg. So here we go, six plus seven, plus one. Random/Weird/Quirky.
03.28.2008
I always hoped I'd be saying this under different circumstances, but ... I am completely in Your hands. And since we're still in the lingering twilight hours of Web 2.0, and user-generated content is apparently all the rage, why don't You leave a comment and at the same time satisfy my narcissistic curiosities by answering the same question I posed to Mat: Is there a difference between the "Blog Me" and the "Live and In Person Me?"
03.12.2008
Last week, I stepped out of my comfort zone a bit and joined a group called Thirty-Something Bloggers.
02.22.2008
There are a million and one reasons not to do something. But they all usually amount to one thing: fear. And let me just say that I've got some of the fear and some of the dread when it comes to this thing I've started, "Fiction Fridays."
12.04.2007
You've had this happen. I know you have.
Comments
i loved it.. and for the record ..i have always said that the "bravest people i know.. are writers"...
xoxo
Posted by suicid_blond on Oct 22, 2007 at 3:38:46 PM
Posted by kwest on Oct 22, 2007 at 4:26:32 PM
kwest: I had a prof that likened it to throat-clearing. A-hem!
Posted by rothko on Oct 23, 2007 at 7:03:33 AM
Posted by Ryane on Oct 24, 2007 at 7:51:35 AM
Posted by jess on Oct 24, 2007 at 8:43:03 AM
Something as simple as the choice of pen: The words don't flow if the pen doesn't have a smooth, fine line. Ratty ball-points, needless to say, are OUT. No distractions!
Typed text feels best on my ancient manual Royal portable, or the iMac at home. The keyboard at work just doesn't move the mojo. It's weird, but once all the physical needs are met, I find the One True Sentence burbles to the surface for easy capture.
As for the drink conundrum: IntangibleArts officially endorses the gratuitous use of Hussong's tequila (if you can find it) or several cups of very strong Kenyan AA coffee. There's a whole MESS o' one-true-sentences hiding in those drinks.
Posted by IntangibleArts on Oct 24, 2007 at 9:32:33 AM
jess: Like that about sometimes not being ready to say what you want. Very true.
IA: Since leaving Texas, tequila has played less of a role in my daily life. And maybe there is tragedy in that. Oh, and I definitely agree about the role the physical plays in the process. Hemingway actually used to write standing up, which is something I've found helpful as well.
Thanks all for the feedback!
Posted by rothko on Oct 24, 2007 at 2:29:31 PM
Posted by Hammer on Oct 24, 2007 at 4:48:25 PM
On the one hand, you expect a certain amount of fiction in stories, just because of personal perspective and bias. On the other hand, I'd be devastated if, say, David Sedaris' stories were all fabricated. I love imagining that somewhere the characters in supposed auto-biographical stories are real. Guess that's why Oprah got so bent out of shape that day.
Posted by Betch on Oct 25, 2007 at 2:43:54 PM