I am Jane Goodall's Tanzanian monkeys typing about bananas. My fingers are Santa's little helpers. My hope is a sporadic rainfall - yet a torrential downpour in all creative environments. I am Theseus, unspooling golden yarn. Sisyphus, sweating uphill. Bukowski, scribbling away in rooming houses. A river always flowing. I am the nightmare of stagnancy and a God of Imagination.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
The Summer of 2007' - Day 1
Dear Diary of Earth 2 and the Marvel Universe 616,
It's getting warmer. The dog is panting, beers sweat and my sleep is more sporadic than usual.
I caught up on all of my For Better Or For Worse today.
I've been pecking away on my play.
I've rewritten it about ten times.
It's an actors dream and my nightmare. You know how in Sci-Fi and comic books there are Multi-and alternate universes that co-exist and entwine with our own?
This is what writing stories is like sometimes.
Sometimes, in one of my own Multi-verses, I finish everything that I start and don't have a narcoleptic attention span.
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