thought 53
It has been too long since I’ve written something without a purpose. I so often used to write just to write, for the joy of it...
thought 23
Teddy found something in himself it would have been impossible not to find. It is as though what he became, what he would become, was...
thought 22
The days, as of late, have been filling up more—all the while these words beckoning to me, tugging at my arm, begging me to pursue. Teddy...
thought 20
I can’t write anything fiction. I’m far too self-serving for that. So I simply parade my thoughts around in metaphors and other people’s...
things and unthings (thought 15)
With reason enough, I’ve been thinking over writing more and more…as of late. Beyond my current state of endeavors and affairs, I guess...
thought 7
What does one say when one sits down to write? He could speak of the sound of somebody outside wheeling the big plastic garbage can to...
