as a writer, in your writing space, you need the freedom to write anything. anything you like. these are notes I’m writing myself, to kind of get started. to shake the dust off. dust from days settle on the brain, you look up all of a sudden and find you “cannot write.” return to – “as a writer, you need the freedom…”
a writer. a whatever. today, yesterday: working hard, just hacking out what is needed. here, home, being awake, eating food, the usual. trying to read, but coughing, feeling my chest too heavy, head too light, interneting around, reading this and that.
I’m mulling over the idea of creating a MP3 cd of spoken word stuff, and making it nice and lengthy, like 8 hours long. throwing on all kinds of poems and whatever else comes to mind. when it is done, people can send me 5-10 bucks and I’ll mail it out. even if no one buys it, it will be a fun project.