Sometimes I wonder at the people that have such faith in me. As far as I’m aware, I do nothing to deserve it. I’m not especially clever and I’m not an especially awesome writer (this is not me asking for praise and petting, by the way). So the title of this entry is in reference to a reply I gave to somebody. She knows who she is. She thinks I’ll eventually get published and, whilst I’d like to believe her, sometimes it just seems a bit too far away.
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Thursday, August 26, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
As the title suggests, my mind is a bit full right now. Unfortunately, unlike Dumbledore, I don’t have a penseive in which to syphon off my many thoughts. Most of my thoughts are either silly analytical waltzes like my post on the sun and the moon etc or they’re anxieties that I hold. Right now it’s these anxieties that I am going to have to write out of me.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
I’ve been trying to find my lyrics and poetry lately. So far, I’ve had no luck on the lyrics front, but I thought I’d throw another piece of old poetry at you lovely people and see what you think of it. This was probably written about two years ago or more so I apologise if it isn’t quite up to my usual standard and appreciate your reading of it.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
You can probably gather that, for little over a month now, I have been dreadfully busy. This is mostly due to the renovation of Master Berserker’s room, friends coming home from university for the summer and dating. I pretty much haven’t written at all and have spent very little time on my own.
So you can imagine my confusion on days when I have nothing to do… How on earth did I used to occupy my time?
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
As an interesting change to my usual blogging routine of posting my garbled thoughts, I thought I would copy and paste a list of questions from one of those facebook notes things so that you could find out a little bit more about me. If you want to ask some questions of you own then you can at my formspring.me account. Anybody who abuses this or is far too personal will not be answered and will be blocked from asking more questions to me.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
So I wrote this about five minutes ago. I guess I was just feeling poetic. It was really Tim Moulin’s fault because we were talking about tin foil knights. So this is my poem. I hope you enjoy it.
Friday, August 13, 2010
A writing piece of sorts, if you will, is what I now bestow upon you and hope you enjoy. It is meant to be entirely humorous and not at all an accurate representation of the readers of certain books…
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
The other night, whilst lying awake due to the inordinately large amount of light that comes through my shoddy blinds, I was thinking about how the Earth revolves around the Sun and the Moon revolves around us. Really innovative and interesting, I bet you’re thinking…
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
I think it should be pretty obvious by now that I write stuff out when I have too much in my head. It’s like having a huge ball of tangled wool that keeps growing so, sometimes, I have to sift through it, find the tail end and start tugging some out to keep it elsewhere. I think that’s what these headaches are alluding to.
Thursday, August 05, 2010
Well these are some lyrics I wrote once upon a time. I figured I’d throw them up here seeing as I’ll at least know where they are then. I seem to have lost quite a few of my lyrics and I know I wrote quite a few. Some were crazy pieces of stupid, but it’d be nice to figure out where I’ve saved them all.
Anyway, this song is about a broken heart.
Monday, August 02, 2010
It was a dark and stormy night
Lightning tore the hellish purple sky, bleeding splattered yowls of thunder into his cracked and faded memory. The skeleton trees and broken hill fell in and out of focus as he hurried. The light scored and burned his hunched shoulders as it speared the air.