Passed up an opportunity to see Kick Ass so that I could sit by my computer and wait for my girlfriend to call. It feels like I've been in this state for the past week. I can't seem to shake this feeling. It is like fear mixed with sadness and longing. It is the fear that I'm about to find myself single again. I'm usually right about these feelings. Perhaps it is a self-fulfilling prophecy.
I meant to use this space as an outlet for my fiction, but I'm going to make an exception. I can't move past this feeling, and it is blocking all of my creative thoughts. My writing has left me. Hopefully it is only temporary.
I also meant to post something on Sunday, but I was thrown off by some holiday involving meat and potatoes, and chocolate rabbits that lay eggs. I think it may have had something to do with fertility. Or Jesus.
From now on I'll try not to blatantly rip off song titles/lyrics for blog posts, but I may not stick to that. It depends on my mood and how well everything fits.
I'll also be posting a lot of first draft/second draft stuff that could just be daft. I may just use this space as a place to throw random chapters of longer fiction up without any sort of context.
Maybe I'll have something to post by Sunday. I'll put some thought into it. It may be worthwhile.
Bukowski said that making it with a typewriter may not be so hard*, but it certainly isn't easy.
*From My Friend Andre. He was joking.
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