Here we go… five more minutes.. Stream of consciousness.. ok. Last time I typed this in class someone asked me if i was writing an essay, because there is no way i was taking notes. I should be offended, that I don’t look like a stenographer student, that I don’t look like i could type… Continue reading Writing Exercise: Lack Luster
The clock strikes 7:47. I am in class until approximately 10:30 tonight. Time moves slow horribly slow, as I pretend to be engaged in a class I paid thousands of dollars to take. I don’t know what my problem is, but I can’t focus. I can never focus. My head is anywhere else. I can’t… Continue reading Non-fiction Writing Exercise: 5 minutes
I guess I am going to rant today. I typically don’t rant on here; it has never felt like the place. I usually save this space for writing that strives for eloquence and creative worth. Today it’s just ranting. Pure frustrated ranting. Like most Americans, I spend my hours on social media. Each social media… Continue reading RANT: Don’t Be a Buzzfeed Advocate
Since January I’ve written approximately 180 poems. 180. Before January I had not written anything substantial in over a year. I used to be a writer of fiction, wanting desperately to write a novel that changed something, or said something bold. I wanted to touch people the way my favorites have touched me; more than… Continue reading Get it Write
I’ve been writing. However, It’s been poetry. Legal writing has killed my creativity. Killed it dead. I could better write a warning for why you should not eat staples, with more ease and care than a story that is very close to my heart. My creative voice has been squashed, and replaced with one that… Continue reading The Pen Moves Again… Sort of …
At this point I should clean out my draft folder. Here are all of the half-thoughts I’ve had over the past year. I’d like to say I have more, but those were so fleeting that they did not even make it to a forgotten web draft. Here you go. I’m sitting accross from an inspirational decoration… Continue reading Random Unfinished Drafts.
All I ever do anymore is write about writing. Instead, of actually writing… Soon it will be me writing about me writing about writing. Which, at this point we may already be there. I have been busy. Maybe the understatement of a century. Law School blows, and is horribly difficult. I love it, but for… Continue reading Writing about Writing