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i am NOT a social NANO...
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Just a very quick blog entry for you all. After library class last night I by chance started to talk to one of my classmates and somehow the keyword “cherry trees” led us to discover that we grew up in the same city, went to the same elementary and junior high schools and knew a ton of the same people. And as soon as she said what her first name was I knew exactly who she was, Elena Sotello. Anyway, she is still in contact with many old classmates, or knows how to find them. I asked her about Corky Flores and I told her about the people that I had found. We are talking about making a coffee date with everyone. Found out too, that sadly, a person that I remember being quite friendly with since at least fourth grade, Jimmy Freeman died last year from complications related to gout. His blood got poisoned and died within eleven hours of being admitted to the hospital. Small, small world. I’ve been sitting about four seats away from Elena in class since September and never knew that...
what is wrong with my writing...
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What is wrong with my writing right now: an essay by D.W. Barnett I would say that the thing most obvious to myself that is wrong with my ability to write consistently right now are the facts that I am not truly connected to my inner spirit. And even now as I read those words that I just wrote, while trying to find an answer that sounds more like an excuse than a truth. Although I think back to periods of time, even when I was in the inspired stages of creating this very novel that I am working on now when I experienced daily epiphanies of discovery and powerful feelings of self worth because it all seemed to be “coming together”. Times when I was both strongly inspired and was feeling physically healthy. (Don’t mind matters of feeling mentally well other than not being in incapacitating depression. Mania so rarely destroys me. Depression is my slayer.) I enjoy so much being back able to work now. If there were a wage attached to it, that would be nice, but I don’t know that I am...