This is going to be a stream of conscious-like recording of all the various shits and ideas that meander through my brain on more than a daily-basis. Some of it will be funny (I hope), some of it will be rather serious, but all of it will be incredibly fucking intelligent. (If need be, hit up dictionary.com – it might help with the reading.)
Anyhoo, I’m an aspiring writer of I-don’t-know-what-yet, a failure in many things and self-deluded enough to think anybody would want to read this.
Just a warning; some of my posts may include incredibly bad poems and prose, rather awesome freestyle raps (yes), and other such musings that apparently I need to evacuate through a healthy outlet.
Anyway, I suspect that I have always had a bad habit of meta-writing as opposed to simply writing, and that is what I would like to learn to do here. I have so many thoughts and ideas that cascade around my head and disappear as new ones enter, and for some reason I never write them down. That, I think, is point one of the writing handbook; to be a writer, you must write.
So here I am, writing:
The story is not in the words; it’s in the struggle – Paul Auster, The New York Trilogy