central coast
central coast, california.
Oct 17
Oct 11
The Skateboard
A skateboard. Ipod. Packing tape. A bike box full of bubble wrap. Also, a bike.
The Offspring, Days Go By. This is no time for artistic merit. Volume is the only thing that matters. It all sounds the same if you turn it up loud enough.
Put all the bubble wrap on the bike. All of it. Do not skimp on this step. Run out of bubble wrap. Buy more. Keep wrapping the bike. Put the bike in the box. Tape shut. Use lots of tape. The bike might escape if you don’t.
Oct 1
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Aug 29
My friend assigned a piece of my writing to his freshman composition course, and we’re going to discuss it next week. He said they would ask me questions, questions about where the ideas come from, and about the writing process.
I don’t really know where the ideas come from. Blah, blah, read a lot of books, maybe. The air? I think some ideas come out of the air. And process. What is that, anyway?
I just sit here, drink espresso, and stare at it. Sometimes, I stare at it for a very long time before anything actually happens. I put a lot of shit sentences on the screen. Then I try to make them better if I can. Sometimes, it works even.
When I get stuck, I go clean the toilet.
I’m not sure this is especially helpful advice.