The last time I was on a plane, I finished reading First Person Singular by Haruki Murakami. It left me feeling light. The stories themselves felt unapologetically unsophisticated; I wanted to find meaning in the short stories that I’ve come to believe simply isn’t there. The stories in the book are simply that, stories. And,… Continue reading The Languishing Unwritten Story
It’s been a long time since I’ve sat down to write. It feels like it’s been much longer than it should be. The pattern of my words is disjointed. But, tonight I fell into a familiar rhythm. After work, I stopped by the liquor store. The lights are low, there’s familiar music playing loudly enough,… Continue reading I started writing a letter
Reminiscences of a childhood playground
This summer was supposed to be full of writing. That was the plan. It’s always the plan.
The point of this blog post is simply to write something and post it. I haven’t written anything in a while and I’m bothered about it. My ideas haven’t been coming together.