Writing on a Large Block of Dammit
I've seriously had some doubts lately about my current hobby and/also writing project--see: I Built This Treehouse in the Ground. Whether or not it is because of the pure lack of excitement which day by day molds over my skull-- I don't know. In essence, this boredom-triggered fungal attack on my brain is lagging my creativity down to almost null or whatever else--hell, I'm even having a hard time writing this digital chicken scratch down.
I've been spending the last few days rearranging, renumbering, and rewriting various chapters; plus, I am adding a couple of new ones. I'm aiming at more continuity and, mostly, allowing readers to at least grasp what's going on in the story without the illustrations. However, I don't want to overwrite it to where I am missing my original target-- a graphic illustrated story written in tones of a children's fairytale. I'm aiming at getting the whole sha-bang done by at least fall semester, but we'll see.
Who knows, maybe I'll pick it back up next week or even tonight. Spontaneity is for lovers.
I like my iPod, so much that I bought an f-ing case for it from a company called Incase. Asian in Austin with a badass iPod on his beltloop next semester--yeah, you know who I be.
Lately,--other than pulling my hair out and yelling at the computer screen in lucid disgust (directed towards my writer's block)-- I have really gotten into reading underground online magazines, music reviews, and discovering online attire shops. No, that doesn't mean porn (Andrew). Pitchforkmedia.com is a great indie music read--type in as many variations of hipped out music as you want and it is delivered at Fast food breaking speed (without the calories or the greasy faced cashier). TheMorningnews.org gets "you" to focus on entertaining banter and readable essay-like articles-- "you" as in "me" as in "pickle-brained, Bohemian-lacking, dirty-south-dude-trapped-on-boring-east-coast-town, asian hipster wannabe." Finally, check out americanapparelstore.com for clothes that actually are free of Paul Frank humor and can still be considered "cool" or "neat". Don't worry, they aren't the older, ugly, beef-headed stepbrother of American Eagle.
So, I'll be back, probably writing some more about how I want attention--and hoping silently that you will give it to me, even though I want to present myself as if I didn't.
P.S. I am coming back to the Bubble for a brief four day stint, starting on June 30th. I like that, and I hope you do too.
I've been spending the last few days rearranging, renumbering, and rewriting various chapters; plus, I am adding a couple of new ones. I'm aiming at more continuity and, mostly, allowing readers to at least grasp what's going on in the story without the illustrations. However, I don't want to overwrite it to where I am missing my original target-- a graphic illustrated story written in tones of a children's fairytale. I'm aiming at getting the whole sha-bang done by at least fall semester, but we'll see.
Who knows, maybe I'll pick it back up next week or even tonight. Spontaneity is for lovers.
I like my iPod, so much that I bought an f-ing case for it from a company called Incase. Asian in Austin with a badass iPod on his beltloop next semester--yeah, you know who I be.
Lately,--other than pulling my hair out and yelling at the computer screen in lucid disgust (directed towards my writer's block)-- I have really gotten into reading underground online magazines, music reviews, and discovering online attire shops. No, that doesn't mean porn (Andrew). Pitchforkmedia.com is a great indie music read--type in as many variations of hipped out music as you want and it is delivered at Fast food breaking speed (without the calories or the greasy faced cashier). TheMorningnews.org gets "you" to focus on entertaining banter and readable essay-like articles-- "you" as in "me" as in "pickle-brained, Bohemian-lacking, dirty-south-dude-trapped-on-boring-east-coast-town, asian hipster wannabe." Finally, check out americanapparelstore.com for clothes that actually are free of Paul Frank humor and can still be considered "cool" or "neat". Don't worry, they aren't the older, ugly, beef-headed stepbrother of American Eagle.
So, I'll be back, probably writing some more about how I want attention--and hoping silently that you will give it to me, even though I want to present myself as if I didn't.
P.S. I am coming back to the Bubble for a brief four day stint, starting on June 30th. I like that, and I hope you do too.
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