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“This love is only gonna break your heart”
Undesired, I feel that I am left free falling. Falling. Falling. Crashing. Tumbling. Thrashing against the rocks, tossed by the waves. Gnarled upon the stones. The salt washes away my sin. I started thinking more like Donovan – the character, not the friend. Meanwhile, I write the skeletons for “Squares” even though I’m unsure where Continue reading
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Reliving to recreate history
There are things I want to regret. Like not being more adventurous when I was a teenager. Or like losing my virginity on the floor of Carmike theater while my – at the time – best friend watched on. I say want to regret because I don’t regret those things. In fact, I really don’t Continue reading
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“porque ellos son de cielo, ellos son del aire”
I’ll never be the world’s greatest writer, but I’m allowed this task. I’ve been busy taking my notes – which I finished the bios and character descriptions on Saturday – and most of my attention is being used to see this through. I’m going to start working on plot and subplots this week. Hopefully, however, Continue reading
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“You need a shape for your fear that’s why you’re here”
I’ve spent my days taking snapshots of the yard for no reason in particular. Actually, taking them calms me down. My level of anxiety has been really high and now that I’m taking medicine that make me drowsy – I have a cold, nothing fatal – it’s been hard to control my emotions mostly because Continue reading
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“We come undone without our pride”
In retrospect, I’m beginning to think my whole life has been a series on consequences of my allowing others to define me. I admit the fault is my own. If I were as strong as I have hoped I would be, I would never have allowed all the grief thrown my way. I started taking Continue reading
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“Then go outside”
Started taking notes about my imaginary world as suggested by Alan Moore. I’m not sure if these notes will lead to anything, or if they’ll lead to a series of stories, a larger project or a semi-autobiographical graphic novel. If it’s the latter, I’m not sure who’ll help me with the art as I suck Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 