Portrait of a Writer’s Block

It is not without trepidition that I start this post. Not because I'm concerned that I'll reveal some deep dark secret, one that will shock the world and cause my friends to abandon me in droves. Nor am I concerned that I'll dissolve in a misty, murky jumble of emotionally driven platitudes and cliches, vomiting … Continue reading Portrait of a Writer’s Block →

Little Green Book

For the first time in a long while, I'm keeping a little notebook to keep stray ideas. In fact, this blog entry started out in the little green book. I've never been one to keep a journal. It's too much stress. I've gotta write in it every day, or it doesn't count. I've gotta scribble … Continue reading Little Green Book →

Sweet Dreams

My subconscious and I have never really gotten along. There's a vicious little bastard running things down there in the darkness and apparently he doesn't like me much. Night after night, he puts together the most twisted shit he can and runs a nightmare double-feature. Which is, in itself, annoying. I would like to get … Continue reading Sweet Dreams →