Friday, June 25, 2010

i didn't expect this to happen.

i don't know if i like it.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010


i'm writing again.
it feels good.

i wonder if it beckons to me so much because i believe that it's what i want?
can i recreate this feeling?

Monday, June 7, 2010

i've got time to spare on my hands.

a few summers ago, i wrote a mini-novel. then a sequel. then a third, and finally a fourth. i made it a series of mini-novels. they were silly, granted, but each had a storyline with a bit of truth and a lot of imagination. i only let a few people read them, and stored them away on floppy disks (yeah, floppy disks) and have them hidden in my room, along with the handwritten first drafts.

now that i have a laptop, there is no need to have hidden secret handwritten first drafts of anything i write. i am generally the only person that uses this computer, and i can take extra steps to password protect anything that is personal.

but the point that i am getting at is that i am feeling the itch. i'm spending a summer of doing nothing at all, and i have been bitten by the writing bug. i'm ready to write another "mini-novel". i'm ready to create another set of characters.

my only problem is that i don't know what to write.

Friday, June 4, 2010

take my hand, take my life, just don't take forever.

driving late at night with select music always makes me feel reminiscent. and it's always way too hard to explain after the mood passes. and yet, i always try to anyway.

i just find so much of myself in music, and i get lost in the words. and i can never express it through any other means, though i long to write it down. and i try, but i usually end up repeating myself. much like i'm doing right now.

it's like my hands and my head get in the way of my heart.

"yeahh, it's coming to get me
you're under my skin..."