tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660089177097719300.post8769750392479601026..comments2024-03-29T04:15:38.341-07:00Comments on Writing About Writing (And Occasionally Some Writing): Through the Worst of Times....Write On!Chris Brecheenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07819138776404280633noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660089177097719300.post-21963936074630705732016-04-21T19:01:49.754-07:002016-04-21T19:01:49.754-07:00The first time Life tried to beat the crap out of ...The first time Life tried to beat the crap out of me, I just lost all my words. It was as if I didn't even know what a word was anymore. Coding, database coddling, VBA scripting... I understood those words. But that icky STUFF had to come out. Hoo ha for art. Eventually found my Tribe again, and found my words, and when Life came along and really, REALLY left me for dead at the side of the road, I lifted a weak finger to the sky and croaked, "I. WILL. WRITE."<br /><br />I've never even aspired to the majestic writing life that includes threesomes. I'm happy with my fan fiction. Hell, I'm happy to write interesting documentation for my code. I get so FRACKING INFURIATED when life tries to keep me from writing. When the Universe's mafia goons come and break all my fingers, I say, "Fuck you. I can type with my NOSE! SUCK IT!"<br /><br />Actually, some days I'm lucky I can write sentences that are coherent. Don't care. I write down the incoherent ones anyway. Maybe someday when I'm loopy on NyQuil, they'll make sense.<br /><br />So... yeah. JUST FUCKING KEEP WRITING. Even if it gets filed in the "WTF?" or "Total Rubbish" folders.<br /><br />Also? Hugs, man. Non-creepy, non-stalkery ones. But totally sincere ones.<br /><br />Aertenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13263441606866480030noreply@blogger.com