My love of words is large and mean and my heart -it’s just a junkyard dog that growls at nothing and gnaws at old bones until they’re dust. I have become so much better since I’ve obtained a strong handle on the absurdity of myself but still there’s nothing easier than picking up a bottle […]
As though on cue, the mechanism beneath the platform I stood upon creaked and whined as it began the ascent into the heart of the World Stadium completely indifferent to whom it carried. It must remember well the emotions of all the past fighters that had stood upon it throughout decades of victories and disappointments. […]
“So, you now have two choices.” She offered. “What are they?” I asked as I walked around the bed towards my stash. “Fuck or fight me.” Moon-girl grinned. “How about a little of both?” “Oh, I like the way you think.” I turned back to the window just as the bedroom door burst open and […]
There comes a point in writing a novel that you get hooked on it, fall in love with writing it. You have to. You need to. With all the countless hours that you put into it with all the times you go over it down to the finest detail drawing it out filling a cork-board […]
I’m working on rewriting an old novel right now and it’s just like trying to patch up a desperately wounded creature that is constantly trying to crawl away.
I gutted the chapter because it was downright hideous. What the Hell was I thinking? That I could turn this macabre piece of bird shit into something that was a joy to read? I felt insane. Defeated. I might as well jerk off and go to bed but I was a fighter because God never […]
Things seem comical after awhile that once mattered even if you’re laughing at yourself.
I’m in love. I’m in pain. I’m in love. I’m in pain. I’m in love. I’m in pain… I’m in love.
I don’t want to write safe. I want to stretch out and bleed across every damn page and when it’s finished I want to feel that I have truly left something that was a part of me behind as harrowing as the process might be to myself because why else would I really bother picking […]
I write far into the night just so I can breathe until my soul tires enough to let me sleep.