It seems unwise to feel too much in your arms
by A.
Okay, am I the last person to hear this song? Beyond electro.
Damn it, I was going to write a post and I ended up writing a story instead. It’s a little too personal to post here though. Although a stranger in my class will be reading it anyway. It’s not done, it’s only three pages and it needs to be four. There’s a number of thematic issues too. I’ll see if I can rectify them tomorrow.
I keep writing these stories and I’m not sure whether I agree with them or not…whether I want the characters to embrace their situation or be repulsed by it. I feel like this dilutes the emotional impact of the narrative. I’ve been dying to re-use Kobo Abe’s fantastic metaphors of sand in one of my works, but I just couldn’t think of a compelling thing that could happen at the Shore. Nothing bad has ever happened to me at the Shore, so I have no idea.
I downloaded the video for Chromeo’s “Fancy Footwork” today and I can’t get over how hot Dave 1 is. I think mainly it’s because he looks like a young Vincent Gallo and he didn’t make me wait an hour and forty minutes just to watch him get blown by Chloë Sevigny.
ZOMG I totally downloaded the Ride a White Horse video too! Brian and I used to LOVE that song. I still love it.
I’m not sure why I’m writing again. It’s terribly self-indulgent and I’m absolutely sure it’s going to get me into trouble. If I posted my story, I would probably get myself into trouble.
Journaling is such an underused hobby.
I think what I’m going to do differently from this point forward is to not write so much detail about who I’m fucking.
I think it’s time to look at some analytics and see who’s still reading.
Awesome! Over the past month, I’ve got 22 visits from Carmichael, two from Sacramento (hi everyone in Sacramento).
Some visits from Durham, CA (Molly?)
10 visits from San Francisco (hi, Taylor!)
46 visits from one town in Oklahoma (hi, Patrick!)
40 visits from New York City (hmm, that could really be anyone)
9 visits from Haworth, NJ (I have no idea where that is)
35 visits from Camp Hill, PA (?)
I have so many less readers than I used to when I published on a regular basis. I had to have my New York Summer of Love (the love was for bands, and lots of them).
It’s very late. I should get to sleep. If you’re from any of those random cities leave me a shoutout in the comments.
I just realized that my about me page on this website says that I live in Sacramento. I guess I should change that, since it’s like three years old.
I did get around to actually drawing the new layout. Now I need to code it. When the hell am I going to have time for that? lol
Sleep time.
Comments
Hi. I admire your writing style.
Jeez, I don’t check in for a few days and you write a dang novel. Thanks for the teaching compliment. I get to teach creative writing every semester now and it’s my lifeline. Next semester I get to teach ADVANCED creative writing of fiction, a class I designed myself, and it’s going to be fantastic. Did I mention an agent is looking at my novel? Yes, the one you never finished. I’m not surprised it wasn’t fascinating enough for you when I read what’s holding your attention these days. BTW, your idea for a story about putting Grammie in the home is a great one, and don’t hesitate to make that hatred and that pity war with each other. It’s the honest complexity of our feelings toward people that the truly great writers capture. And I hate your writing teacher. Screw her. Send me your story and I will critique!