Rules of writing fly into my head
The point is to keep typing always. Always type. Always keep going. The worst thing that the editor in your head can do to you is to keep you silent. To keep your fingers immobile with doubt and dreams.
I am in here.
The point is to keep typing always. Always type. Always keep going. The worst thing that the editor in your head can do to you is to keep you silent. To keep your fingers immobile with doubt and dreams.
I amuse myself while I remember my childhood for my 750 daily words by firing up blip.fm and playing Neil Halstead‘s “Oh! Mighty Engine.” I have downloaded the whole album through iTunes. I have been going in for the singer-songwriter types of artists during this past month or so. I have also gotten some Richard … Continue reading Writing at night, listening to music
A few pictures I took at the Cincinnati Nature Center after the dedication this morning. I do seem to collect photo programs on the Droid. Then I have to take pictures with them, and forget which one I like that does this or that effect…
My friend Cathy has mentioned to me that my poems seem to be very well hidden on this blog. This was not my purpose. To fix the problem, I am giving them a new home on their very own blog: a night kitchen. The site gets its name from its very first post. Thus, I … Continue reading In which the poems get their new home