I hear the train. I hear the surface water sound that invades this house. This is a house of strangers. I am intrigued by watercolors. I am happier here if I pretend I live in California OR Oregon. Yes, hey ho, I live in Oregon.
Tag Archives: fantasy
I have been collecting thoughts on writing. Unfortunately, I haven’t been writing them down. Here they are from the vagueness of memory:
- The new genre of fantasy. I forget what he called it. I am a fan.
- That personal writing has its roots in Puritanism. The drive to perfect yourself through documentation (R.D. interviewee?)
- Alembic: using Nanowrimo like binge eating
- Writing without a plan
- Geof Huth’s thoughts on blogging. His desire to focus, desire to focus on theory.
There’s fantasy. I wish I could access fantasy. I mean real fantasy, not just the odd fantastic incidents of my past—drug addiction, murder, alienation of the corporate world, near-fatal blood disorders.