it's 3 am and I am awake..... ok it's past 3, but still I wish I was asleep. My work schedule... really I don't want to talk about work here, but if you must work, really it's worth it to find some that you love and that you can live with... love eh, not going to touch that one either.
what was I going to write about? writing... I'm an aspiring writer who has had one of life's cruelest jokes played on him... I have a motor visual learning disability which means 2 things, first that the signals that my brain sends to my fingers gets twisted in route, and the second that the public school system that I was in as a pre teen decided that it was best to not instruct me if I wasn't able to be instructed in the manner of the 'normal' kids... or something like that.
somewhere in my heart and my head I have a whole rant on the use of experimental education methods that were used in the school I attended and their failures, but at the moment I have neither the time or the inclination to type a thousand words on that folly.
instead I want to talk about the writing act, and the ways in which I am an Asshole.
writing, it's like something that haunts you and screams to get out of your brain, and then it all gets jumbles into this one mess where you have an story that's in face parts of several stories floating around in your skull, bits and pieces popping up screaming write me, write me, when what you really want is for them to shut up, so that you can sit in the lazy boy and watch TV while getting fat like everyone else.
In my case I have 5 novels (at least ) that are all screaming to be written, It is my goal to have them done by the time I turn 40. I have one already done we'll I finished the second draft and don't really know what to do next.... It's called Tender Scars and it's about a school shooting. I have a marketable rap about my past and that, which I will be more than happy to tell once I need to promote a published form of the book.
up next is something called the Goldilox Complex, it's going to start with the line
"I was never young and in love' or the line 'I could never decide which line to start this story with: ' I was never young and in love' or 'aside from living with unquenchable pain, living with having experienced the connection of Love to another human is the ultimate horror, and I have lived the latter'. Or maybe I'll toss the whole thing and Write that post modern haunted house story, or the 2 A2 Ellroy-esque crime books, or that after the bomb story that's been festering in my brain all these years, my version of The Stand, maybe I should head out to the Gteborg Waffle Shop story, that one is much more of a classic best seller idea with food, love and a happy ending... or maybe I'll just be lazy and write nothing but half assed dreck that has the coherency of the tax code... oh Ellroys LA wasn't burned to the ground in a day, and my take on A2 won't fill the skies with the ash of evil and the screams of the mad and deluded tonight.
"I walked 40 miles of grave wire, I use my noose of leather for a neck tie, I got a house on the road side, it's made of skulls and got horns on top, why won't you write me Dragana and tell me, who do you love? "
it's all a bad dream and then you wake............
what was I going to write about? writing... I'm an aspiring writer who has had one of life's cruelest jokes played on him... I have a motor visual learning disability which means 2 things, first that the signals that my brain sends to my fingers gets twisted in route, and the second that the public school system that I was in as a pre teen decided that it was best to not instruct me if I wasn't able to be instructed in the manner of the 'normal' kids... or something like that.
somewhere in my heart and my head I have a whole rant on the use of experimental education methods that were used in the school I attended and their failures, but at the moment I have neither the time or the inclination to type a thousand words on that folly.
instead I want to talk about the writing act, and the ways in which I am an Asshole.
writing, it's like something that haunts you and screams to get out of your brain, and then it all gets jumbles into this one mess where you have an story that's in face parts of several stories floating around in your skull, bits and pieces popping up screaming write me, write me, when what you really want is for them to shut up, so that you can sit in the lazy boy and watch TV while getting fat like everyone else.
In my case I have 5 novels (at least ) that are all screaming to be written, It is my goal to have them done by the time I turn 40. I have one already done we'll I finished the second draft and don't really know what to do next.... It's called Tender Scars and it's about a school shooting. I have a marketable rap about my past and that, which I will be more than happy to tell once I need to promote a published form of the book.
up next is something called the Goldilox Complex, it's going to start with the line
"I was never young and in love' or the line 'I could never decide which line to start this story with: ' I was never young and in love' or 'aside from living with unquenchable pain, living with having experienced the connection of Love to another human is the ultimate horror, and I have lived the latter'. Or maybe I'll toss the whole thing and Write that post modern haunted house story, or the 2 A2 Ellroy-esque crime books, or that after the bomb story that's been festering in my brain all these years, my version of The Stand, maybe I should head out to the Gteborg Waffle Shop story, that one is much more of a classic best seller idea with food, love and a happy ending... or maybe I'll just be lazy and write nothing but half assed dreck that has the coherency of the tax code... oh Ellroys LA wasn't burned to the ground in a day, and my take on A2 won't fill the skies with the ash of evil and the screams of the mad and deluded tonight.
"I walked 40 miles of grave wire, I use my noose of leather for a neck tie, I got a house on the road side, it's made of skulls and got horns on top, why won't you write me Dragana and tell me, who do you love? "
it's all a bad dream and then you wake............