Don't you have times when you feel like a giant marshmallow, jammed packed with syrup, clinging to hope like it was your last chance at a sandwich, with nothing really to offer to the world? yeah, me too.
Well, enough of my whining. Time to talk about progress...mine mostly. That monkey up there knows what I'm talking about.
I have had an epiphany ! That's right, me. I was shocked too. And no it wasn't the Red Bulls or Doritos fusing together to form a hallucinating affect....it really happened. Remember that new idea for a book I was telling you about in between my suicide attempts and bouts of depression?
Well, I've been writing it for a month now and guess what? I haven't wanted to set myself on fire!
I actually sit down to write it and I can. What's more...is I'm not thinking. I have actually beat my brain into submission and it has completely shut up. Sure, I wish I could do that to everyone I want to keep their holes closed..but this will work.
I am a machine. I don't think. I follow an outline (with a few unplanned ideas here and there). I type. I hear see the characters. There is a weird underworldly ghost in chapter three that smells like garbage and likes turkey legs....and I love him. So just so you know..I'm not dead. I still love you, but it's not you it's me.
I will be checking up on what I missed throughout the day.
I want you to know there is a hole in my life when you're not around!
Hugs and all that crap.