Working on dealing with fear of starting anything new, meanwhile trying to figure out ways to promote my book without being a douchebag, which I’ve already failed at by posting this comment.
Dull, stilted 400-page novel for August delivery and a short story that marries The New Sincerity with whimsical magic realism and “poetically gritty” masculinist realism. The story includes mutual masturbation with grimy farmers while the novel only features light bdsm with a guy named Alan.
Making a bunch of zines using college students’ unused print quotas. Trying to rewrite famous speeches using gibberish with similar phonetics and cadence. Then hopefully a gothic/noir/whatever novel, might need to get some adderall for that.
Also listening to a recent college grad talk about different places to move that will probably mean nothing to her in two years.
I’m learning the administrative side of an online volunteer data management system being used by the non-profit where I work. I started this process in October but was told to hand it off to someone else. It came back to me last month after passing through several hands almost unchanged.
I don’t think he ever published it. It was David Rees, the guy who went on to do Get Your War On. The book was called The River of Science, I think. I haven’t read it in some time now but I remember really liking it.
I just googled it and there’s no mention of it online. My copy is in a box at my parents’ house, I think. Maybe I’ll email Dave and see if he’ll let me post some excerpts here, or something…
Just finished reading a blog post, in the process of writing a comment but have a feeling I’ll just get distrac
lesson plans for next year’s crop of semi-literate gangbangers yo
biography of your mom
stories, recording of music, 2,000 pg war and peace like novel titled “The Four Cheeses of Mexico” heh nah jk
sometimes crappy novella i want to finish just so it’s done and I can send it out to be rejected/acknowledged by the world.
“Autobiography of your mom” would be better
War and Cheese
Yeah, get it done, send it out! Move on, move on.
STAPLING YOUR FACE
Working on dealing with fear of starting anything new, meanwhile trying to figure out ways to promote my book without being a douchebag, which I’ve already failed at by posting this comment.
Fifty Grades of Cheese
yeah considered that, seemed too arty
Dull, stilted 400-page novel for August delivery and a short story that marries The New Sincerity with whimsical magic realism and “poetically gritty” masculinist realism. The story includes mutual masturbation with grimy farmers while the novel only features light bdsm with a guy named Alan.
Songs about reading: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d0EyGdo2hxA
My mom’s pretty arty
Book It! I used to do that.
Making a bunch of zines using college students’ unused print quotas. Trying to rewrite famous speeches using gibberish with similar phonetics and cadence. Then hopefully a gothic/noir/whatever novel, might need to get some adderall for that.
Also listening to a recent college grad talk about different places to move that will probably mean nothing to her in two years.
My tan
Smoked Gouda, and Old Drunken Goat. Still the best cheese I’ve ever had.
I’m learning the administrative side of an online volunteer data management system being used by the non-profit where I work. I started this process in October but was told to hand it off to someone else. It came back to me last month after passing through several hands almost unchanged.
Imaginary wedding vows. Not as art, just, like, practice.
also poems about space-ish
I worked on mine today, while biking.
Any good ones?
Stories. Also trying to figure out how to carve out some extra money in my budget so I can go get more holes put in my face sooner rather than later.
no, none at all! but this, I think, is why I must practice.
Now you’ve got me thinking that I should be practicing, too.
transcribing baseball announcers mostly while pretending it’s writing
i don’t even know anymore
sounds rich
i need to get caught up on boardwalk empire oh yeah and i guess i’m like three weeks late on lit pub reviews
See Trey below, for wedding vows.
Review Boardwalk Empire!
A friend of mine wrote a poetry collection while watching TV—associative response stuff.
I once worked in tech writing, and found that there really wasn’t any work for me to do.
Sounds Thicke.
god & taco trucks
cincuenta tonos de queso fresco
no, wait, that might be ‘blood meridian’
novel that involves 20-somethings in south texas drinking lots of alcohol & discovering a satanic cult in their town
awesome–would love to read that
I don’t think he ever published it. It was David Rees, the guy who went on to do Get Your War On. The book was called The River of Science, I think. I haven’t read it in some time now but I remember really liking it.
well now i just want to read it more!
I just googled it and there’s no mention of it online. My copy is in a box at my parents’ house, I think. Maybe I’ll email Dave and see if he’ll let me post some excerpts here, or something…
Season one of ‘Gossip Girl’.
i’m seeing what happens when i try to neuter the action out of Die Hard by way of poems. you can see a couple of them here and here.