Trying to edit. Failing to write.
The Horrors persist
Surprise surprise
Ugh, this again.
NoAI
#mood #writing
Surprise me
Who are your favorite artists?
Um, which art? And which genre?
Books – Movies – Music – Paintings – Dance – Artisans – ?
There are so many arts to choose from, the number of incredible artists are too many to count.
To me, fave’s come and go. Some turn out to be deeply problematic, if not monstrous, others were a fave for a particular time (teens, twens, that one time while traveling, etc.). Some are constants, though the reasons may change over time.
The gauge is surprise. Whether pleasant or thought-provoking: Surprise me. Make me think. Tug at particular heart strings, without manipulation. Observe something interesting. Tell me something I don’t already know. Reflect on something unexpected. Do something wonderful. Show me your experience of the world we both see.
Art is such a sublime thing, uncontainable and uncontained, any artist who can catch that “spark of divine fire” is worth praise.
#create
No rush
Your life without a computer: what does it look like?
More postcards and personal letters. More in-person visits. More long conversations. More hours where “unreachable” is real.
More typewriters, Xerox, fax machines. More quiet evenings and comfortable silences, more of the Old World that disappeared.
No more computers? Time would slow down immediately.
#throwback
Meow!
Dogs or cats?
Image credit: N.N.
*cries in writer*
What time do you go to bed and wake up currently?
Time is relative.
7 a.m. coffee to work through edits because deadlines.
3 a.m. and you’re writing because if you don’t, the idea is gone, and you will never get it back again. Ever.
#writing
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