Creative Control

Miscellaneous Mental Musings of an Emerging Artist

And still insists he sees the ghosts.

And it’s as if every story and every play is locked in my head in a clear plastic prison, banging at the walls and desperately wanting to get out, and here I am fumbling with keys. Titling the LJ, updating my interests, actually attempting to write a short story about grown women visiting their uncle in the hospital, a man who once starred on a late-seventies adventure detective drama, and not even summarizing the plot in print is enough to kickstart it. My mind at a perpetual stutter, struggling to get the words out and occasionally choosing different, unintended ones just to say something.

Lord, I hate this.

Current music: Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Once More, With Feeling, “I’ll Never Tell”

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This entry was posted on July 2, 2003 by in Writing.
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