First, an apology to anyone following this blog for my recent absence of material. You see, I am currently living with my parents again and the internet here is not the most reliable. I haven't stopped writing the blog, I have plenty of material to post soon. So as of now I will present you with a hodgepodge of the last week's work.
For some reason I haven't changed the clock in my car forward an hour since daylight savings time. I might just wait it out.
Lately, and this has happened an unusual degree of times now, birds have flown up to my bedroom window and grappled their tiny claws on the screen. They make noises like forks running on porcelains and when I get up to investigate they fly off.
Writing can be difficult. At times it can become difficult to stop. It feels as if I purge the words out onto paper or the screen (more appropriately.) Like in Kindergarten when the teacher pours out the box of crayons, yarn, fuzzy pipe cleaners, markers, paints and everything else imaginable. I pick out this or that, line it up, straighten it out and create something I didn't know I had in me. Its a wonderful feeling when you finish and you look at what you've done, whether it's art or writing or whatever. Some nights i never get to sleep because i keep sitting up to see what I've created from across the room.
It may seem like this post is coming from a completely random place and you would be right to assume that. The truth is I've been having breakthroughs and regressions in my productivity lately. One minute something daring and prolific might leak through the tips of my fingers but the next minute I find myself doubting everything I do. I'm impressed/I'm unimpressed. It takes a few hours after midnight for the juices to really begin flowing.
Lately a lot of my status updates on websites like Facebook are written without spaces. I don't know why I started doing this. It feels like it adds more to what is typed.
ifyouarepayingverycloseattentionyoullseeionlywritewhatiwantyoutoread.
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