I’ve been trying lately to dedicate myself to projects that may not have any perceivable outcome. To get fully immersed and commit chunks of time that I won’t get back, in exchange for nothing but the knowledge that I did so. Things that have little to no hope of earning money or gaining acclaim. I… Read More »Openings
The fingers of my left hand are partially numb, partially pained, because I just picked up my guitar for the first time in too long, and grabbed my lyrics book, and played some of my songs, and my fingers have no calluses left, and I don’t remember some of the chords, and I wasted my… Read More »“If no-one’s resonating on this frequency…”
I have a lot of drafts lying around here. Drafts I had intended to be published. The problem is, once a few days have passed, I’ve had too much time to decide they’re not worth posting. This blog is not really a blog, after all; it’s more akin to some kind of working document that… Read More »The problem with drafts
I am sick of living in half-weeks. I need an expanse. I need space. I need an organic, unrushed rhythm. Instead of this endless, stuttered churning. A half-week isn’t long enough for anything. So I’ve filled it with other things. Things that aren’t anything, but aren’t quite nothing either. Noise. Clutter. None of it is… Read More »Half
I’m developing a hypothesis that all the mean, selfish, unpleasant people in the world are simply suffering from overheated nervous systems. It seems relatively feasible to me that if we could just chill out their frazzled hypervigilant nerves, we’d be living in paradise on earth.
My latest spate of posts have been a ‘better than nothing’ endeavour of stringing together scraps of old drafts on my phone in an effort to produce something in the realm of momentum. Enough momentum to trigger the change I need in my life that should, in due course, create more space for ‘real’ writing.… Read More »A hasty cobbler
I think, to a lot of people, when it comes to romantic love, I seem detached, overly practical, bizarrely level-headed about it. I know my ex found it particularly abrasive how willing I was to dismiss the intense feelings I had for him. I love you, so what? And I get suspicious looks from family… Read More »Crash
It’s hard, once you stop, to start up again. My life is set up to be intermittent. That’s not my preference, it’s just the way it is. As much as I inherently rail against routine, I do better with consistency and, knowing this, I have tried to seek it out. Unfortunately I have not been… Read More »Intermittent
Fucking trust me to add something like ‘serum’ to my word game. Fuck knows what else I have lying in wait to shoehorn into relevance. When it comes to skincare, I like serums. High concentration, minimal residue. For many years I had no skincare routine at all – I didn’t even wash my face –… Read More »Wordgame: Serum
I’ve decided to play a game. I’ve written a bunch of random words on teeny tiny pieces of paper. Well, maybe not random, exactly. Just whatever the fuck came into my head as I was writing, really. They will live in a box with an elephant on. Not relevant, but true nonetheless. Every day (edit:… Read More »Word association