The Wash

A new DJ cause I'm out of practice and not interested.

A pause on all writing.

More questions than answers about work and money.

A fever.

No new writing, though some new reading.

I think I'm going to make an ideal playlist of the most bleak and moving music. Just sit and write a rough story. If nothing else, maybe I'll have some crap on a canvas that I can eventually shape. The biggest thing in my way is the lack of a quiet, comfortable uninterrupted space to work. I am nomadic these day, you see.

These are the ramblings of an insane person. I'm slowly losing my mind.

Brain Stew

It is becoming increasingly difficult to feel creative when my mind is so preoccupied with how I'm going to pay my bills, what my family situation is like (more or less) and my awful work issues. I am trying to get my literature collection up and buy my own copy of 1984 by George Orwell. I feel like that is a good place to start.

I know almost everyone has read it and owns it, and that's cool. I want my own copy. I feel like I need my own little collection. We'll see.

I want to write, but there seems to be something in the way. Even with my band, I can't seem to come up with anything useful. My mind is always on my money. I feel ya now, Snoop Dogg.

I've also been experiences huge bouts of Space Madness brought on by the fact that I'm slowly going insane. I need to go to a park at night to clear my head. It's the closest to a vacation I'm going to get, I think.

Seems I can only become angry with society. I'm working on letting that go.