writing

Flotsam & Shit

I am a shell full of worms,
A casing filled with maggots.
A rolling ball of shit,
Picking up flotsam
As I race downhill.

What kinds of possibilities are there,
For a stinky tired rolling ball
Of flotsam and shit?

Who employs him?
Who sleeps next to him at night?
Who wants to have ten thousand of his babies?
Who gives him that special litle fluttering at the core of the flotsam and shit?
Who gives himthe comforting tap he needs?
Who will keep this crusted ancient flotsam and shit?

Decay is not an option.

17/09/2009 3

Deliberate Practice and Accountability

Every day, I browse for at least half an hour through WordPress, just to see who’s posted something, read it if it’s worth reading. Try to increase traffic through this fair blog… though that’s clearly a winner, as I’ve gone three days with no hits.
I recently came across this fantastic post
There is also has some amazing links there, so thumbs up to this blog!

This blog isn’t intended as a journal. That’s not what I’m here for, I know how hard it is to return to a journal. They’re boring reading. What it is intended to do, is help me grow as a writer. So, I’m bringing some accountability into this thing. I’ll post something every day. If I dont, find me and hunt me down.

17/09/2009 1

Block

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If only writer’s block worked like tetris, where the blocks fall on top of and into each other and eventually disappear.

Truth be told, I hate writing. I hate the torture it puts me through – I get half way through a story or poem and it follows me around. It’s a haunting shadow that trails after me.
“What if… maybe he could… and then she could say… show, don’t tell…”
What I love is a finished piece. My little piece of the world pinned to a page. A screen.

I’m currently working hard to manouvre my blocks into place, in the hope that it does work like tetris, in the hope that enough of my trying eventually just ends in it all disappearing, and I win the game. I write something of value and meaning.

14/09/2009 0