I've Always Been Partial to Gutters Anyway

It's a(nother) dark day.

My portfolio is in limbo, and there are concerns that that is where it will stay. I can't imagine explaining something like that to people, though, so maybe I will finish it one day.

These recent moments have reminded me of the purpose of this cyber-space. I pledged to write here everyday, something bitter or something poignant, something imaginative or something pointless, or worse. I wish I had followed through.

It's calling to me again, words. They've always called to me, even when I'm not listening. Maybe I'm a little desperate, but maybe I should take them a little more seriously? A life supported by words is nothing to be ashamed of. I was never one to worry about bills anyway, I don't think sacrificing a steady income is going to drastically change the way I live my life anyway. I don't think a steady income was anymore than a pipedream anyway.

It's weird to think you expect to be a pennyless adult.

Anyway, enough about me. Let's hear about them...

-Dan

I Can Do This.

I can't do this.

Half a year ago I scanned my journals written and typed for something to draw a poem portfolio from. Worked pretty well, but this is fiction damnit. I can't use three dozen posts about how I can't overcome the large amount of schoolwork I let build up one, two, three, or even four years ago.

For today, 25 pages is a lot to write, especially when you've been mindless. I can't believe it's 5pm on Sunday and I still have everything to write and everything to read, re-read, and re-re-read. Damnit, things really don't change.

But today is not the day to get into that, again. Today is the day (the evening) to write. Let's start, and god damnit, let's finish.

-Dan