Sonic interview.

motion but to move like a woman?

I can account for, is the ideas, the presence of a woman. always perfection. always knowledge. how can I solve the orbit of the planets when I know nothing of~

what do I know except move like a woman. there are cosmic problems. physics. mathematics. millions of questions I can't answer, but the best, the only strategy~

lithe and graceful. soft and comforting. move like a woman, always the top priority. pressing decisions flood my mind. when. when every thought seems cloudy~

failures mount like snowflakes on a drift. love stomps giantly. stumps gallantly. i am uncertain but content.

hopes. all else seems strange. like stepping into a cave and seeing only the prehistoric animals which haunt those places. when words have abandoned and~

society where they are demanded. when the weak are easy to leave behind and i begin to feel more than merely capable, there is a constant on which to dash my~

on family. when all around me is without form, there is a jaded peak on which to toil. when honor and respect seem long dead virtues, i may always find a~

What if I am not meant to be an author? What do I do then? I have spent so long trying to convince myself that I have talent that I don't know what else to do.

How about, 'I never appreciated our house until the summer the bank took it?'

Ideas for novel. Family losing home. Tough economic times. Small disabled child. Discuss.

Such a long day today. I think I am going to turn in with a book before bed. #EndersGame

that can reflect back to me what I want to hear most from my own lips. at the edge again of a vast and empty chasm. where my head will wonder, I know not.

for want of reason. how is it that uncertainties so mellow at first can creep upon us in a universe with no want of distraction? when I know there is no echo~

my mind, it thinks in rhythms and double times. there is a beat in my head beyond my heart. soft and easy doubt. such silence in this residence. i grow sloppy~

I am at the cabin now, and it is incredibly quiet. Almost like the silence mentioned in Doctor Who. Is this where my muse will strike? I can only wait and see.

Less than 24 hours now until I leave civilization. I wonder what this will inspire in me. I feel like I am about to embark on a spiritual journey in the woods.

Found my camera and washed a ton of clothes. How long has it been since something was clean? I don't mind it. It just seems like there is always stuff to do.

things I have learned from karate practice. one men are extremely competitive. a lot of more physical activity is balance and patience than anything.

Ok. Back to square one. I have a cigarette, an opening line, a couple of names, and a backstory. Keep Chartre & Hudson. Ditch the court bit.

I could get used to this text blogging. Washed my hair in the sink to avoid noisy shower. Consider renaming 'whore bath.' Foutch, this evening, I think.

thoughts on my ceiling. white, contemplative and pure. a removed witness. an uninvolved deity. rigid and composed. yet always under the feet of those above.

I am having such a lazy night. All I want to do is be on the internet and feel connected to people. I am such a needy person, but I am cool with it.

It is absolutely amazing how easy it is to communicate.