Monday, November 4, 2013

I just wrote a thing

I just wrote a thing that left my arms numb and triggered heart palpitations. I dragged it out of the unspeakable depths. It was all kinds of cathartic. It felt profound.

I don't need to read it or revise it. The numb arms and fast heart are all the proof I need; what I wrote today is crap. Or tripe. Maybe more like a crap-tripe casserole.

It's my humanity on virtual paper, it's my very f***ing soul translated into language. Served up for the masses this essential essence-y essence of my very humanity undergoes a stunning transubstantiation  and becomes what? You guessed it, a boiled bovine stomach and fecal matter melange. It squeaks when chewed. I don't recommend it.

It's just that bad.

So today's blog post is a bit of a let down for me.

Oh well.

On the other hand I did write for several hours and it was all right.

I have to remember that some days the output is pleasing and sometimes it sucks.

That's normal.

In the meantime, let's take solace where we find it.
It's time to dance around like a goober.


No Filter: The Book said...

I now really want to read this thing.

Margaret said...

see my very next post, The Real Girl. Whew.