It was a Friday afternoon. Richard had noticed that events were cowards: they didnt occur singly, but instead they would run in packs and leap out at him all at once. –Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere This website, and even more specifically this blog, was intended to catalog my personal creative work. However, today and possibly again […]
Read More Progression of a Writer; Day 28The following note was written in April of last year. I can no longer recall where I was and who I was with. Do we become disconnected from our past? Or does it continue to haunt our present? I sit here contemplating if I am in fact wasting time. If I should be doing something […]
Read More Progression of a Writer; day 24For those interested, the following is a description of the morning of a young author… The author wakes a little before dawn. Not out of practice or discipline but out of necessity from a stomach ache that could no longer be ignored or treated by rolling over in bed. So the author finally rises, first […]
Read More Progression of a writer; Day 20There was a boy on the subway braver than me. Standing there at the end of the car, confident in who he was. The words he was speaking were silent to my ears behind the music I played to shut out the discomfort I felt being so close to strangers. The scene darkened by the […]
Read More Door OpenThere is a cat outside my front door, and each day it stops by to say hello. I watch as it looks through the metal screen, pondering at the strange creature inside, cooing and singing, doing everything it can to entice the cat to stay a little longer. How interesting it is to find the […]
Read More Progression of a Writer; Day 17I want to share the stories of my life, but I fear the consequences. The critism from those whose names are mentioned, painted in colors different from the hue they are comfortable with seeing. I fear their anger and even more so the severing of our relationship. Thier desicion to execute the memories we share, […]
Read More Progression of a Writer: Day 14 (belated release)Please bear with me today reader for I am grasping at ideas like loose sand between my fingers. Currently in battle with one of the strangest problems I have faced as a writer, for the world around me seems incredibly plain. The sky is blue without a cloud in the sky. Without a single blemish […]
Read More Progression of a writer; Day 15The rain fell during the night as I slept, yet I feel all of its consequences as I look out upon the world today. I am wearing a sweater, its collar pulled high up against the scruff of my neck, doing its very best to protect the lobes of my ears from the brisk chill. […]
Read More Progression of a Writer; Day 13
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