Wednesday, June 09, 2010


I'm going to start writing again.

Expect sharp criticisms, deep bitterness and complaints of mental exhaustion, with light sprinklings of puppydog tummies, butterflies and rainbows!

Needless to say, going dark was a decision I made hoping I'd be able to focus on gettin' happy. Stopping writing didn't help me get happy in the least bit. I only blocked myself from the necessary self-realization that writing provides.

I must keep in mind that Sixty-Four Twelve began as an experiment-- "An exercise in futility to exorcise the fertility of my mind."

Talk to you soon.

1 comment:

the Redhead said...

Yay! Just remember to write when those rare little moments of sunshine appear. They are real and important!


the R