Wednesday, August 25, 2010

My dog ate my homework.

When I was a child I would procrastinate. My ability to put something off was groundbreaking for someone my age. Unfortunately, with my procrastination came guilt, Catholic guilt, this too was unprecedented for a child of merely 7 years. I was raised protestant.

The "night before" when I told my parents at 9pm I had a science project due the next morning or the time I had at least 20 pages worth of answers to fill in a hour before school started is a daunting memory. Just thinking about it I can still feel that knife in my stomach, digging deeper with every toss and turn as I rolled around in bed thinking about what was undone.

"The worst part about being a writer is that you always have homework."

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Exodus vs. Masochist

"Fuck you!" He said as he ran out the door. Slamming in to a wall of rain, his emotions seemed to be mirroring the current storm cycle; peculiar and erratic.

All I could do was laugh.

I tried not to give it much thought, fearing that I might do the same.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

This seems to be fleeting.

"Do you remember when you still loved me?" you asked. Our backs were facing and I was thinking about a girl I had seen on the train while I assumed you were thinking about yourself.

"I'm not sure if I could pin point an actual date when I stopped, but it was sometime last fall. You were sitting on the porch when I arrived to your house by car. "What took you so long?" you said. It was all in your tone. I knew it would just be a matter of time."

This confession, all in my head.

"You know I still love you." I replied.

Friday, August 13, 2010

The Good O'l Days!

I was reading over at gaping void that there's been a major decline in blogging since 2006. I figure that might be for the best, you know, over saturation in the market. Then again, I've seen a lot of cool bloggers come and go, or just not blogging as much. Who am I to judge though. I've done the same thing.

Life happens and you get busy. Maybe like me, you find yourself no longer working a 9-5 where you only have to do two hours of work a day to stay ahead of the curve. Perusing the internet and blogging filled the rest of my cubicle life.

Blogging has been so beneficial for me. It really helped me take the first step into writing. Nowadays I find myself consumed with writing articles and doing interviews for a local online magazine. As much as I enjoy it, I miss writing the daily/weekly blog entry and being in the blog community.

With that being said, I randomly came across a blog a friend of mine started recently, For Each Wind That Blows. Check her out! It's like the chick flick of blogs, with no drama!