Got my medical bills back and they’re so inexpensive, it’s a wonder people bother to be injured in america at all.
Funny thing, i’ve been planning on making a new post for a few days, but somehow have nothing to say now. Went on an island adventure recently, which was all kinds of fun. Accidentally wrote a novella, science fiction. Did some critiques on Joseph Quintela‘s chapbooks, which should be published this summer if i am to be king and decider of all things ever. He got my experimentalism fluids going, which, i mean, it’s where my head’s been at for years, but i’m always holding myself back, trying to keep stories going, and not pander to my own nonsense and fall into asemia, which i’m always in danger of. I’m not much of an experimentalist, when it comes down to it, because when i begin that way, i get rather incomprehensible, like my existential nightmare of a werewolf novel, which is about ninety pages of just unreadable prose, as is my twenty page verse novel in progress, which is like a linguistic jungle full of knives instead of blades of grass. But that’s all and aside. Not even sure what i’m on about.
Waiting to hear back about the novel yet, though it’s only been twelve days. I don’t know. I had so much to say in my head. Life continues as normal. Lots of writing, lots of working. Going to hopefully start writing pieces about my life in Korea again for ThunderDome, which is full of new content right now, so check out the homepage there. Big things in the works there, too.
What else? I wrote a poem, or something. I think this was yesterday.
Made a new plan, too, about some possibly cool things i’ll be in the process of doing soon.
I fell in love with a girl for a moment and a moment more but the moment was lost in waves and written on wind.