(2:24:34 PM) skyspook: You just need pushes in the right direction I think. You’re like me in more ways than one… you’re blind to your own talent
(2:24:39 PM) page: maybe
(2:24:52 PM) page: I feel like the only reason I’m any good as a writer is because I wrote so much
(2:24:56 PM) page: everybody is shitty when they start
(2:25:05 PM) page: I just wrote countless words until I wasn’t shitty 😛
(2:25:19 PM) page: there’s my writing advice
(2:25:24 PM) page: write countless words until you aren’t shitty
(2:25:36 PM) page: throw away or don’t show anybody most of them until you’ve written several buttloads » Read more
I was up until 4:00 this morning masturbating to Penthouse Letters, eating far too much peanut butter, and sorting out the contents of my head. Mostly the latter.
Skyspook has been inordinately grumpy this past week or so, though for good reason. He recently had a root canal and has been inundated with work stress. » Read more
The first draft of the memoir is coming along swimmingly. Just crunched the numbers, and I’m averaging 858 words a day. Not too shabby. My goal starting out on this book was to write at least 500 words a day each and every day. I’ve missed a few days around the time of the wedding and a camping trip we took to Amish country for Skyspook’s birthday, » Read more
‘Help – My Cat Peed on my Corset’ was started in Domestic Servitude
When you sign on to be a pervert, they never tell you this is how your life will go, that you’ll be sitting there minding your own business, reading a play, watching old episodes of The Twilight Zone on Netflix, » Read more
When direction is relative, it’s easy to get lost.
And direction is relative.
It’s easy to get lost. Few people find being lost fun. It can be a source of great anxiety.
It seems a far greater comfort to impose an artificial system as a guide, simply to avoid being lost. » Read more
Lately, I’ve been rolling around the concepts of dishonesty vs. an incomplete (or even merely representational) model – or similarly, inaccuracy as distinguished from explicit deception.
These are the stones that my brain tumbles in a constant attempt to smooth them.
I addressed this earlier within the framework of the popular logical problem in my essay, » Read more
Me: Two girls are always better than one, right? Isn’t that what guys want? The more girls, the better. X is always less than X + 1.
Skyspook: No, not in the case of negative infinity or positive infinity. » Read more
Skyspook and I got married last weekend. Along with a lovely ceremony and the best guests I could have ever asked for, there were a monsoon and a widow maker.
I’ve spent the week catching up on school work and house work and recovering from the festivities, so though I have dozens of things I’d like to write about, » Read more
In times of personal crisis, I’ve often found myself at a loss. Sometimes, I’m faced with a dilemma, a choice between two equally bad things, or almost as bad, a choice between two equally good things. Other times, I’ve made one of those decisions and am full of guilt and doubt. Whatever the case, agony and stress pursue, » Read more
Preparing to go back to school, I had nightmares about not being able to find my classes, the awkwardness of returning to a class that I hadn’t visited in several weeks, and even the classic bad dream described by Emily Toth in Ms. Mentor’s Impeccable Advice for Women in Academia, the Lost Class, » Read more