07.12.05

duh

I always get stuck. It is like moving through a swamp, this writing thing. It is like killing dandelions it is like hitting a wall point blank, and pushing against it anyway. Some times you win. Sometimes you melt and you push through the wall anyway, despite the impossibly. Sometimes you give up and sit tired and defected on the side of the road, hitting yourself for your stupidity. Writing will put the fear of god in you. The fear of white, of words, of other people�s probing eyes, of the clock, of your own mind. But it gets things out. It gets things out and once they are gone they are gone forever unless you move them back in. sure, some jobs are bigger than others, but still little by little you can feel your should clearing and then you get back into the mood and you notice things again and the world is alive again like it is after the first rain. So that�s the incentive. You have to be crazy.
That is what everyone says, you have to be crazy.

shi-ou-sama at 5:18 p.m.

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