It won't come out of me. It's stuck inside. Maybe it's not even inside. How would I know? If it is gone what then? It's all I have. What else can I do? What if that's it? I already have nothing. Nothing. Now I have less than nothing. Less. Than. Nothing. Will it come back? … Continue reading Going, Going, Gone
It's fucking gone. I want to write. About something. About anything. I can't. Over several weeks - I can't. Please help. Give it back. I sit in Starbucks crying. Crying for it. I need it. It's all I have. It's how I get out of my brain. Coffee and tablets assisting. Life has been falling … Continue reading Lonely
I don't know what to write about. A few months ago the ideas were speeding through my mind. I could not keep up. I had numerous drafts going on at once. Now that has quieted. The need to write, to express myself, has not. I am unsure whether the problem has to do with having … Continue reading Saturday Musings
I don't know what to write today. That's very frustrating. I usually know exactly what I want to write. No. That's not exactly true. I usually know exactly wha tI want to write about. It may not end up coming out how I had hoped. I may morph several times over the course of the … Continue reading I Feel the Need. The Need for Speed… I Mean Writing.
* This is the first tiny bit of my novel. The grammar is probably shite. The dialogue too. I intend taking a bunch of writing courses, reading all my books on writing, and talk to other authors. I'm still figuring out things like passive voice etc. If it doesn''t pan out so well, so be … Continue reading [MY UNTITLED NOVEL]
My pen can't keep up with my brain. Throwing words on paper. Not knowing what each will be, until it is written. The thoughts come too quickly. Ideas abound. Jotting notes on loose sheets lest they be forgotten. Trying to decipher a few mere hours later, what they mean. Loving the adrenaline rush this new … Continue reading Personal Prose