After a short absence from words, I struggle to restart the creative writing engine and use the opportunity to write like a pussy. In this case, to write like a negative, whiny bitch (see previous two posts).
I fell off the earth for a few months. A lot of hours at work in the heat, and if I don’t write everyday I lose my writing voice. It is, for me, a big shift to go from mechanical, logical, tangible mode to creative, flowing, inspired mode. The later and harder I work at being the Amazing Furnaceman the longer it takes to shift gears into creative writing.
When the heat is on (no pun intended), and we are in-season, I can do little besides eat, sleep, shit, fuck and work. When it all slows down, like now, I write like this only better.
More better. Mo’ better. Mo’ betta. Anyway, no more writing like a pussy until the next time I write like a pussy and catch myself in the act.
Peace out and be free.