Wrestling with Something

[kiya]

I wrote 153 words. I don't want to think about how long it's been since I last wrote, but hey. Not bad for a day when I wanted nothing more than to give up and just ... softly and silently vanish away.

Which I know is the depression talking. Which doesn't help it any.

At least the end of Daylight Stupidity Time means that my sleep schedule looks a little less fucked up. If I ignore the hypersomnia bits.


... ranting about my childhood and 'Who Framed Roger Rabbit?' ... my mind is odd.

Comments

[brooksmoses]

Yay, writing, indeed!

[amberite.livejournal.com]

Fight the good fight.

[gitsh01.livejournal.com]

Oo, glad to hear you're writing! You always had the most vivid and interesting stories when we were in high school.

I've had to give up on writing... my problem is I'm so critical, that no sooner have the words come onto the screen that I must edit, cut, and dissect them until there's no spark of creativity left. Once I forced myself to write an entire book, by forcing myself to write at least 1 page per night. The whole thing was horrible though, and I ended up burning it.

Do you still create physical art? (As opposed to the written kind). I still have the purple elephant you gave me 14 years ago. And I can't remember if it was you, or if it was Kumquat, but whomever put goldfish in a painted toilet and called it existential... that was brilliant. ^_^

[kiya]

I'm actually trying to get a studio set up. Have kiln, working on getting wheel and everything else. Must get electrician in. Stuff.

I'm pretty sure that was Kumquat; it wasn't me. :}