It has been far too long. I promise that will be the last time I write that on here. Fortunately, I do have things to say.
Mostly, I’ve been writing for myself. When are you not, you might ask. Well, let’s be more specific: I have been writing in my notebook and none of it has been fiction or poetry. It has been purely for cathartic purposes. Not a shooting up, but a shooting out. If I don’t get a euphoric sparkle or some kind of cleansing, I don’t bother with my scribbling. I throw my pen like a dart at the window.
Book food has been taking up most of my time. Look here for a sample. There is music and movies too. My body wants to consume rather than create. The hunger will pass, and I’ll be back to throwing things up instead. Eat desperately, regurgitate. Repeat.
I got my contributor’s copy of the newest issue of Pear Noir!:
I had a poem in it that I’m still fond of. I always wonder how long that feeling will last. It’s also a poem that my family appreciated. This is a momentous occasion. I’m no longer a teenager, but I always feel like an enigma to them. My mom reminded me of how I’ve taken to using more personal writing as fiction. It’s not real, but she knows where it comes from.
I also received these postcards from some of the writers:
Over at ReadLearnWrite, I wrote about newer ways we are telling stories. It got me thinking again about how publishing is changing, how our storytelling media are changing, how we are all responding. It can be both exciting and confusing; perhaps the best time to get messy and experiment. Want to make a video game? Go for it! The tools are right there. Want to create a fictional diary through Youtube videos? What’s keeping you?
More experimentation: In just a week, I’ll be flying out of Florida to see my significant other. I’ll be vanishing off the map even more cleanly than usual. Perhaps you don’t know this already, perhaps you do, but I am somewhat of a recluse. I feel like a baby who doesn’t know anything outside the nest. This is new and exciting, but I’m not nervous. I don’t plan on turning my relationship into a character for you to read. This is not my notebook, and I don’t want it to be. My wings are still wet and lack the muscle.
amariefoxMarch 27, 2013 at 10:45 pm
I've been bored out of my mind without your blogs. Glad you're back. x
josephdanteMarch 27, 2013 at 11:57 pm
Aww, thanks. I think the reason I retreated into reading instead was due to boredom as well, honestly!
RobbyMarch 28, 2013 at 8:38 am
"Not a shooting up, but a shooting out". Damn do I love that sentence.
josephdanteMarch 29, 2013 at 5:48 pm
You are a beacon of hope in the dense fog that is my sister's generation.