How many Frasier and ER reruns does it take to make one American life complete? How many Richard Simmons infomercials? How many whiteboy/fatboy Beltway insiders on CNN? Oh man, don’t get me started. Jerry-Springer-Dr.-Dre-Judge-Judy-Jerry-Falwell-Donny-and-Marie, I rest my case.
Don’t ever write a novel unless it hurts like a hot turd coming out.
To know that one does not write for the other, to know that these things I am going to write will never cause me to be loved by the one I love (the other), to know that writing compensates for nothing. sublimates nothing, that it is precisely there where you are not—this is the beginning of writing.
Isolation, desolation, we have nothing better to show for our mistakes.
Rotting and sitting in the fetal position at the bottom of the sea.
Dreams used to guide us in better times, but times are dead.
Tomorrow you’ll see an old friend, how beautiful they still are.
Swimming in the water, you cannot drown yourself. You are living forever, and you can only pass away when you’ve had a reason to live.
No truer purpose.
If you want to read some writing of mine just leave me an ask. I need some heavy critiquing.
Have you ever read Guts by Chuck Palahniuk? It’s one of the best short stories i’ve read. Check it.
Write about what you’re afraid of.
I think now is the perfect time to continue writing my short story. I hear a calling to the other worlds…