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Archive for the ‘Process’ category
This Piece of Writing
In Process on 26 January, 2010I fell in love with this piece of writing about fifteen minutes ago when I decided to start writing it. Rather, I fell in love with the idea of writing it, since it didn’t exist yet. But now that I have started writing it, I am officially in love with this piece of writing. Read the rest of this entry »
These are my pictures
In Process on 6 January, 2010These are my pictures:
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The Big Clock
In Process on 14 October, 2009We started a literary journal called ‘Black Cock’. Like ‘Black Clock’, only with ‘Cock’ instead of ‘Clock’, and with black cocks interspersed throughout the pages, owing not to any particular affinity or affection for black cocks … it just seemed to fit.
Pity Party
In Process on 17 September, 2009Columbus Day, Noon.
When I click open my inbox the name pops up. I’m not sure how to feel. Excited, but also nervous. This agent has shown interest once before, the only one so far. I breathe in, staring at the name in the inbox. This needs to be good.
How Not To Win
A Writing Competition
In Process on 7 August, 2009
The first and foremost rule of not winning a writing competition is this: don’t read the rules.
For instance:
Why I cannot listen
to rap music and write
at the same time
In Process on 20 July, 2009
Dear Lil Wayne,
I have been sat here at a desk for hours. More accurately, it is an adjustable table which I have by the side of my bed and I am sat on my bed with the table in front of me. My back hurts a little and I read somewhere that this is not the best way to sit. Don’t worry, I’ll live.
Is this why you can’t look me
in the face when you’re (writing
about) slitting my throat?
In Process on 7 July, 2009
- A fevered dialogue. Internal. A fevered dialogue. Let’s go external. Let’s go ballistic. Go.
- Yes, it all makes sense now. It all makes sense. Crystal. Stab me with your pen to make sure that it’ll all resound with the same perfect but unquantifiable clarity when I’ve got a fraying chasm in the centre of my chest, will you? Stab me repeatedly. I’ll need a bigger hole, not just some glancing flesh wound. You’re not trying hard enough, damn you.
Smoking with Camus
In Process on 18 May, 2009How do you write?
Writers are often asked about why they write, but often I find myself more interested in how they write.
By ‘writer’, I mean a person who writes quite simply because they have to. They write because it’s a part of how they interact with the world. It’s as much a part of them as their freckles or perversions; it’s what they do.
Writing about writing is harder
than writing about things that
aren’t anything to do with writing
In Process on 21 April, 2009
I think that the biggest problem I have is that I really don’t think I am a good writer. I don’t mean this in a way that is designed to provoke a complementary response. What I am trying to say is that I am not very good at writing.
Coffee House Geniuses
In Process on 31 March, 2009A while back I was interviewed for an online lit mag. The final version had a preface saying, basically, that I am a writer in isolation.
That’s true.
Writing, about writing
In Process on 18 March, 2009From ‘Good Writing, a Gazetteer & Guide’:
Pg. 14: “Write what you know” — Anonymous (though often attributed to Ernest Hemingway).
Pg. 82: “First drafts are shit” — Ernest Hemingway.
Pg. 7: “It’s not wise to violate the rules until you’ve learned to observe them” — Lillian Hellman? (No, T.S. Eliot, a British poet born in St. Louis, Missouri.) Read the rest of this entry »
The semi-colon: sex
in punctuation form
In Process on 28 February, 2009
Ladies and gentlemen, pray be upstanding — and then recumbent in sheer, panting orgasmic lust — for the semi-colon: the most misunderstood, underused and under-appreciated ‘member’ (cough) of the punctuation canon. Forget your full stop, cast aside your comma and shove your colon up your ass, because it is time for us to examine why the semi-colon should be the recipient of both our heartfelt hosannas and our wanton, salivating desire.
It starts with a blank sheet
In Process on 18 February, 2009This site — like paper or, more often these days, like the document one is presented when booting up a standard word processing package — is white. Very white. I sometimes wonder if that’s my first mistake in the act of writing. The sheer, unadulterated whiteness I place before myself.