you know, what i find is, if you just sit down and write something, the writing will happen. it may not be about anything, but you sure are writing. look! here i am, writing.
today i did an entire page on my book, after moaning that it was dwindling. i have even cooked up some extra unpleasant and miserable trials for my favorite character and have begun to see the next few pages ahead.
hammer, in case youve lost track, i am about 100 words away from my present, thanks.
this is making a very good case for what i said before about stream of consciousness writing, which by the way that author does not know what she is talking about when she insists on handwriting. i can type way faster and get a lot of words out before i really have a chance to think about what they mean. its like automatic writing. you just let yourself type whatever words in whatever order they come and censor nothing. its good for you.
i went to the stampede and actually managed to have a really good time for a change, thanks in part to agreeable company and benevolent weather. im still a big sucker for fireworks.
the world is a wonderful fun place for me right now. the summer has been so sweet to me already and its only barely started. i feel a lot of magic happening. i have started to realise what all i am capable of learning, and i am excited.
heres another poem!
consciousness a stream that runs rapid screaming from my mouth like blood desire arterial thrust a hammer cocked to fire lusting for the target impossible to forget depending on how far you get dont let it run (away with you) rabid half starved junkyard hounds blinded fury unbound yearning turned to twisting tighter lightly savage gently vicious no resisting to my kisses yield i know you yearn to lose all in this burning