Day: April 22, 2002

  • 'Writing is like sex. The more you think about it, the
    harder it is to do. It's better not to think about it
    so much and just let it happen.'



    Stephen King

  • Forget it!! I love you all too much.
    Except those of you I hate--and
    I have no idea who you are--
    (O yes I do--not really--but I pretend I don't for your sake).
    But if you think it's you, you're wrong.
    (If you're thinking at all, for that matter, go get a beer.)
    And if you're sure it's not you, you're strong!
    Now here come the Xangabots--I must lay low--
    So near I hear their pitter-patter
    and their squeaking, cleanly
    fixing everything I broke.

  • Choose One:


    Either...


    Nothing proving or sick or partial. Nothing false, nothing difficult or easy or small or colossal.  Nothing ordinary or extraordinary, nothing emptied or filled, real or unreal: nothing feeble and known or clumsy and guessed.  Everywhere tints childrening, innocent spontaneous, true.  Nowhere possibly what flesh and impossibly such a garden, but actually flowers which breasts are among the very mouths of light.  Nothing believed or doubted; brain over heart, surface: nowhere hating or to fear; shadow, mind without soul.  Only how measureless cool flames of making; only each other building always distinct selves of mutual entirely opening; only alive.  Never the murdered finalities of wherewhen and yesno, impotent nongames of  wrongright and rightwrong; never to gain or pause, never the soft adventure of undoom, greedy anguishes and cringing ecstasies of inexistence; never to rest and never to have: only to grow.  Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.

    e.e. cummings


    Or...


    'What an author likes to write most is his signature on
    the back of a check.'

    Brendan Francis

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