Monday, June 28, 2010

just as long as you understand

I'm not an author. I've been writing since I was in grade school and whether I get these books I'm working on published or not, I'm not a writer.
I'm a mask maker, a monster creator, a make up artist. I crochet, I sew (kinda), I decorate the world. I make jewelry. I'm a damn good friend. I can make the hell outta some jello. I'm fair to middlin' when it comes to first person shooters.
I'm handy with a camera.
But I'm not an author. And after I'm done with these books (again, published or not) I'm setting the pen and paper down and getting back to all the other things that I am.
That said, better get back to it...

Saturday, June 26, 2010

this will be cathartic, right?

...because it seems a little too much like the days when I used to write for hours in some 24 hour coffee pit, smoking too much as I fell in love with how funny I was. Oh how clever I thought I was on paper! How sharp! How young. And thin.
...maybe I should start drinking coffee again...