Friday, August 8, 2014


These photos were taken months ago, in the heart of my last term at a junior college. I was inactive, overly-stressed, always tired, but filled with love & longing. I wanted so badly to be done with that school, to get ready for the wedding, to figure out what I was actually going to do with my life.  I was in a hurry for something, not knowing what it was.

Wednesday, August 6, 2014


Deep breaths, now - in & out, & out & in.  Repeat.  Smile.  Laugh.  Look presentable.  Be friendly, kind, honest, bearable.  Have charm, charisma.  Act like everything is going just fine because shit if it always is - or isn't.  Use proper grammar, spelling, syntax, alliteration, humor.  Write to an audience.  But fuck if I haven't already ruined that last rule with this entire mess.

You see, the thing about writing is - there is no right or wrong way.  Nobody is going to ever teach you how to write.  If you are an enchanting verbal story teller, you'll probably write one helluva novel with the help of some fine editors.  If you're great at details, maybe you'll create a land, a place for people to get away.  If facts are your thing, perhaps you should become a reporter, a columnist, a journalist - an honest one.

The thing about writing is that every time you try, you are making yourself better.  You're opening worlds of possibilities through fluid thoughts of words on paper (or screen), that fill peoples minds with more imagination than they could have ever thought - while simultaneously invoking an endless stream of imaginative powers.  While writing, you are tapping into a well of knowledge you never knew existed.  The words stream from your thoughts like a babbling brook - babbling, bubbling, blunder of the mind.