Archive for January, 2009

heart pumped by angst

“Although it is a cliche to claim that creativity is connected to dour moods and a grey outlook on life, all the best stuff is written by some grim-faced pencil chewer with a heart pumped by angst. Richard Yates, whose novel Revolutionary Road is about to win an Oscar, has written seven novels and two collections of short stories, each more hopelessly miserable than the last. After years of chronicling the impossibility of his toothless, drunken mother, his experiences in the second world war, his TB and divorces, Yates finally rounds things off in Disturbing the Peace by fictionalising how a cocktail of alcoholism and psychotropic drugs had him take off his clothes and wander the streets of LA, giving all his money to beggars and prostitutes, convinced that he was Jesus. It is relentless – but so readable.”

From The Guardian

up again

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up again at 5:30 in the morning, don’t know what’s contributing to this other than some sort of mania coming on, something benign I hope. Of course, I can’t be waking up this early every morning, the mornings I’ve got to go to work, for example, so maybe I won’t have that problem tomorrow.

Today’s the day I begin my 500 words per day of writing fiction.

Just finished it. Crap, utter crap. Embarrassing. Not in my voice, if I have a voice anymore. That’s okay. Ugh, that’s okay. I’ve been melting my brain in here, trying to complain.

It’s 2009. Happy New Years Day, no readers, I promise it’ll be better this year.

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