In my junior year of high school I took a creative writing class. I didn't pay attention, because 17 year old me thought I was above being taught to write. Kind of like someone I know whose 17 year old self was above rehearsing. I figured, at 17, that I already knew everything that class could teach me.
I realized today that wasn't true, and maybe I should've listened to Mr. Benson when he said the following brilliant (paraphrased) words...
If you can't seem to write anything, don't. I mean it. Write nothing. Put pen to paper or fingers to keys and just make words. This is not writing. This is your wild mind working out all the things that are keeping it from creating... So write the word 'banana' a thousand times until somehow you're capable of forming a sentence. Use cliches, get them out of your system... Go ahead, don't write a complete sentence or finish a thought. Use improper punctuation. End sentences with prepositions...
Tonight's mission: A little wild mind writing.... not writing.
I'll let you know how it goes.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Arrived...
This city doesn't sleep. In that sense, it's perfect for me.
At any given moment in this town, you can get breakfast, liquor, a haircut, and a lap dance.
The street lights don't line up with their respective lanes and it drives me crazy.
There are no Caribou Coffees in Nevada.
The mountains rise around me on all sides. They are beautiful and different and... everywhere. I miss the damn lake.
It's warm in February. Today I sat outside with my coffee and a cigarette. I know... I cheated.
The closer you are to a casino when you get gas, the cheaper it will be. There are casinos everywhere.
I don't think I'm enough of a hippy for everyone I've met that's around my age. In fact, I know I'm not.
There are some great restaurants in this town... Good sushi.
I don't want to talk about what brought me here. I'm not ready. I don't know when I will be. The simple fact is, I'm here... for the next few months at least. My dad is here... I can be happy here.
I'm lonely as hell. I miss my friends. I miss my best friend. I miss... him. Even though I try not to.
This post, though less than eloquent, is the most I've written in over a month. I'm having a very hard time with that.
... A wise friend told me recently, "The key to doing it is just, well, doing it. Sit. Down. And do it."
I'm trying.
At any given moment in this town, you can get breakfast, liquor, a haircut, and a lap dance.
The street lights don't line up with their respective lanes and it drives me crazy.
There are no Caribou Coffees in Nevada.
The mountains rise around me on all sides. They are beautiful and different and... everywhere. I miss the damn lake.
It's warm in February. Today I sat outside with my coffee and a cigarette. I know... I cheated.
The closer you are to a casino when you get gas, the cheaper it will be. There are casinos everywhere.
I don't think I'm enough of a hippy for everyone I've met that's around my age. In fact, I know I'm not.
There are some great restaurants in this town... Good sushi.
I don't want to talk about what brought me here. I'm not ready. I don't know when I will be. The simple fact is, I'm here... for the next few months at least. My dad is here... I can be happy here.
I'm lonely as hell. I miss my friends. I miss my best friend. I miss... him. Even though I try not to.
This post, though less than eloquent, is the most I've written in over a month. I'm having a very hard time with that.
... A wise friend told me recently, "The key to doing it is just, well, doing it. Sit. Down. And do it."
I'm trying.
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