My wallet looks like it belongs to a bum. Holy fuck have things been…weird.
The job is going well. I just survived a baptism of fire. Ask me what being stuck in a well hung room full of smarmy sales fuck tards is like. Not happy about the pay but the job does provide me with a semi stress free work place and plenty of free time for writing.
I finished my first sci fi horror story. Now it’s time to see about publication. Shopping my work around has been a slow, brutal process. I don’t like it. But until things change, I guess it has to be done.
This week I should have a set of poems and pics available on Amazon. I think there are more platforms to publish on besides Amazon and…
Name a few if you know of any.
Keep writing. I love the stuff I’m reading here on WordPress.
To cut a long story short: I am still 25. Brighton. Breakfast. Hailstones. Sarcophagus. Skeletons. Sunshine. Cocktails. Rain. Arcade. Football. A horrible fishcake. Nightclub. Argument. Return to London alone. Bad song. Spiral. Overdose. Hypothermia. Footsteps. Men everywhere. I’m not safe. Blackout. Ambulance. Blackout. Hospital. Blackout. Confusion. Adrenaline. Fight or flight. Flight. Try to go outside […]
I’ve been reading Treacle for a little while now and what I admire the most is the jagged play with imagery. It’s hard to read this and not walk away bruised or cut.
Passover was fine this year, didn’t sleep or drink too much. For the first time in a long while I’m not depressed about having to go to work tomorrow. Didn’t write much. Went and saw Hellboy (it’s good). And now I’m just looking for the last beer in the fridge as I unwind the horseshit I’ve had to put up with the last few months. Happy easter all
Transcription Beta (low confidence) “Hey you, Apologies for taking so long to return your call, I’ve been lost in America, MIA. I haven’t been able to think clearly, although maybe I’ve been thinking too clearly and that’s the problem, after all clarity is a matter of perspective. Thank goodness for humor, almost everything is funny… […]
I really like Mia’s work. The part about Dramamine makes me think of that song by the Sparks – Angst in my pants. I’m probably the worst about explaining the fine details of why I think a piece of art is good but Mia’s writing in this piece is something I would like to read more of.
Work has been going well, it looks like next week they are going to order me a more ergonomically efficient chair, which is like, the best ever because who wants to fuck up their spine while they’re hunched over slaving away as a typist. A typist!
Mia I hope this share does your work justice, if you think it looks funky in any way or you want me to change anything just send me a message.
Over the past month or so, I have read some really great writers on wp. So in the spirit of goodwill, the two more holidays left in the weekend, and my general eagerness for sharing. I’m in the mood to share some work that I favor quite a bit. This first one is by Rimbaud who influenced people like Jim Morrison, Patti Smith, Bukowski (I think) and probably alot more. I just can’t confirm because at the moment I am half in the bag. Work has been going well. My supervisor at the job site told me that she didn’t normally offer people jobs before their 90 day probation period ends but she wanted to inform me that she was planning on offering me the job on a permanent basis because she felt confidant in my work. I came up with another idea for a story. I’m super psyched about. The writer’s block seems to be dissolving. I’ll post more soon. Have a fabulous pass over everyone
I was running from an ugly existence
I was digging up all sorts of novel ways to
So many ways but still the same person as yesterday
Steadily moving at an absent pace
Frame of thought is dawn’s precious victim
alone, stranded in pieces
Tired of giving this curse something it can feel
Those I want. Don’t want me. And those I could give a fuck about
won’t let me be
I decided the world was a pool of piss
and the only thing I can do, is keep you at a distance
Until, I am ready to jump ship
I may gripe and moan, and if I could stop thinking about nothing
War and etiquette?
There is something that can be said for an anonymous mentality
It’s been a long week and I am still the writer who does not write. Watched a Lovecraft doc on YouTube tonight and I couldn’t help but compare myself to him when the narrator described how Howard didn’t work because he felt a gentleman should “be” not have to “do.” Yeah well it’s 2019 and that shit don’t get you followers/people willing to buy your books. I decided long ago to start playing the lotto when I decided to give up on making a living like any other person. Currently working on a short story about love, and the awful shit people do to each other because that’s what love makes them do. I’ll hopefully share a line or two soon as I can stop being so depressed that I am able to. Don’t hold your breath.
and as an added bonus here’s a bit of prose/something to start a story. No title
Waking up can be difficult. The indecisive nature of how I operate makes for an easily self-contained person. A science experiment in the idea of not wanting to better myself yet going through weeks were all I do is obsess over bettering myself.
Writing short stories is harder than I expected. I thought I could just take my rotten experiences and my juvenile hijinks from my life and apply them to some sort of literary coup.
The junkies in the streets fair off better than you or me, the reason is because there’s nothing in what I see that can force me to change what’s wrong with me