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I nearly forgot you were here.
March 31, 2008
February 18, 2008
September 11, 2007
Look at this.
It’s a blog. Sometimes I blog. Sometimes I write. Sometimes these are the same things, and sometimes they are entirely different. I think I’ll end up setting up a Wordpress account. I need to start over. That is what life is about, it seems: continually starting over. That’s all I have been doing, all 25 years on this planet. Starting over. Starting over. Where is the end?
March 5, 2007
More than I can take.
Does writing help anything? Blogging, in particular, I guess. I don’t really know the answer to that question. The only thing I can do is keep trying. All of my life people have told me that I’m creative. But if there is no output, how can one be creative? How can one even be alive? I like this quote that is attributed to Stephen King: “Creative people probably do run a greater risk of alcoholism and addiction than those in some other jobs, but so what? We all look pretty much the same when we’re puking in the gutter.” I should probably read On Writing again, but I lost my copy. This makes me sad. No matter what his critics say, the man has massive literary clout, and I am not talking book sales or fame. He is one of the masters at capturing the coming of age story in adolescents. Even after all these years he still remembers. I think it’s the drugs.
I miss Portland. I almost booked a flight out (to Seattle) on a whim tonight, but said weekend wouldn’t work out well for my host. One of these days I’ll get out there. I could go to Paris instead but it’s a bit more expensive than I feel like paying at the moment. I get restless if I am not moving around. It’s almost time. I have the family trip in June but I don’t know as though I can wait that long.
I am lucky to have the people that I call my friends. Joe, Michael, Michele, Cori. My life would be empty without them. Even if I don’t see them as much as I’d like to, the fact that they all go out of their way to be around when life is getting really shitty shows how much they are crazy. But good crazy.