wado

Frustration disappation = evening proliferation!

New blogs, new novels, new abusive alter-egos!

(I forgot Cobain wasn't spelled with a K for a second. And this bothers me. I'm nearly 28, and you all know when he died. I don't know why that down-the-middle split should be affective, but I feel something considerable in mulling over this, in mulling over the album, often lamented for its soul and seriousness so soon before his death, and coaxing the CD...
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I am narcissistic about books. You can be too.

Two of my best friends just had a daughter about 16 hours ago. I have yet to meet anyone that young. One of my oldest friends had a birthday yesterday. Another friend had a birthday tonight. I saw Big Trouble in Little China when I was 5, and I've had a crush on Kim Cattrall ever since then. Things could be better, but they could...
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There was also a new pony. Every time I go home there is some kind of upheaval, or the arrival of new creatures, human or otherwise. It's like trying to cross a river that won't hold.

WADO is editing. WADO will need distractions. WADO loves you because you are littler than he is.

Too many pineapples and pina coladas make kanker sores on the tongue. Losing sleep because its more fun to lay there and let the lingering sensation of the ocean, and the writing. Oh god the writing. It's all so writingly.

Mom's got a new dog I get to play with this weekend while I work on finishing one of these books.

I've going out west...
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I've got mangos and coffee coming out of my ass!

In 4 days it'll be Caribbean pineapples and clear blue water, which means I need a tent and that right quick.

I'm waiting patiently on my new job to start, which i'd hoped would be pre-PR trip, but its better than not having a job to come back to. C'est quelle est. Rum est la...
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After Nick Drake

We've admired it so since we started to listen.
Nick making the sun
shine brighter in our talk of summer wind
picture taking, light, diffuse through windows,
fell on open books and sweating
glass, moisture wrapped porcelain passed
dodging inopportune, sadly seeming questions,
beetles clicking their shells against
struggling stalks in a shadow box.

Some times you eat the bar, sometimes the bar eats you.

I guess that's about all that goes into a day most of the time.

Job hunting sucks. I hate interviewing. Since I was 14 I've been unemployed for 2 months. There is a reason for that. There isn't a lot of middle ground. I can make more freelancing, but I end up without insurance(which...
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New blurb is a story I wrote for this:
http://www.waterstoneswys.com/

Very nice little exercise that I am very happy with. Scripts coming together, but have to take the weekend off. Chapbook coming off well also, submitting for competition, and starting on the next section of the epic. Novel is floating around my head, touching it here and there in places to see if it jerks,...
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Doodly, doodly doodly.

Churning out script. Thinking of going for three by the end of the week. Not going to make it, but going to punish myself trying. it's the deep burn, cause I did so many.

Going to go lay down on the floor and stare at the ceiling now for a about ten minutes, then go to job #2, where I will not...
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Hmm, hmmmmmm, hmmmm. Let's see,

saw the ex tonight. Emotionally trying.

Just spent the week with Mom helping her recover from surgery. Emotionally trying, strongly affirming need to refine work, get published, and lessen some financial burdens. Kind of a "tomorrow is not guaranteed to actually be here so do it now you wanky git" moment. Also has put me far behind on both the...
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