Tuesday, September 06, 2005

I'm drinking lukewarm coffee and realizing that it is going to be yet another long ass day. Listening to hip hop on Accuradio. (I love that website. Lots of variety and pretty much anything you might have a hankering to listen to.) And I'm looking at a bit of a story I wrote not too long ago.

I'm finding a renewed interest in short-short fiction. Under 1k in words. The appeal for me is mostly to capture a moment. Just enough to give a shiver but you are left to wonder what happened before and after. I like that aspect a lot. I realized that most of my favorite writing has that element. I don't particularly care to have it all wrapped up in a pretty little bow.

I've been feeling an itch lately. Something tinking away in the bowels of my psyche. I'm not entirely sure what it is. Maybe some combustible combination of anger, sadness and sheer 'what the fuck?'-ness.

I'm easy to anger these days. It's not my usual crochety crankiness. It's more a deep down need for something but I don't exactly know what it is.

Aside from just wanting change. Of small and large kinds. Moving will be the first step. The rest, I just don't really know yet.

I think I'm done for now. Here's an excerpt from something recent.

“Welcome to HEAVEN! It is super-fab that you’re here.”

As she squeals the words super-fab light up over her head in buttery yellow neon like letters. She’s like a cheerleader on an ecstasy and cocaine binge. And all you want is a drink and a smoke.

“Oh sweet Jesus.”

You don’t realize you say that out loud until she comes bouncing up to you.

“Oh I’m sorry he’s got a four o’clock but I’m sure he’ll be able to fit you in.”
~

Goodnight Sally.

PS...almost out of gummy bears, send more.
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