I didn’t think I could like him less as a writer, but he certainly helped me out with that.
The day almost ended without my posting on The Blog. And let me tell you, it was not because I’ve been sitting around eating chocolate […]
It’s Thanksgiving Day 2018. Since I have the time today, I thought I’d take a moment to talk just the littlest bit about The Process […]
Sometimes all of this – i.e., The Process – is just nuts. It can make you nuts. It can drive others nuts. There’s no real way to justify it, and no compelling argument for vilifying it.
If there is no knot in a person’s brain made up of guilt and pain caused by slights and regret and rejection and failures of kindness and humiliation and bad behavior toward other people, then what purpose could their creating art possibly serve?
Francis Bacon: 28 October 1909 – 28 April 1992
It’s a long story that doesn’t bear repeating here on my blog, but I dug out an old, OOOLLLLD piece of writing last week because […]
This music sounds like it might be perfect for…so many things: cleaning. Painting. Writing. Cooking. Chilling by a fire. Hanging out by the pool. Sexy time. Party time. It’s got an almost eerily malleable vibe to it.
Years from now, I’ll still be writing. Hating myself for failing at it, but never stopping. It’s gonna be so great, man! Whew! I. Am. STOKED!
I didn’t even cry or anything, I just moved past the sad fact that I can’t sell a damned book NO MATTER WHAT and started writing a blog post.