it's sweatshirt weather tonight, and i'm cozy in my trogdor hoodie. i am sat at my proper writing desk, in my proper writing room. the candles and the ibook screen are my only illumination, and over the rhine is singing a drunkard's prayer from little mac speakers.
sipping bushmills from the antique shotglasses that marlei, jude, helen, and sheela gave me two years ago, i'm telling myself that all is well in my world. charley is sleeping at my feet. before helen left for a beer with the boys, she told me, "you're in good paws." and then charley licked my nose.
i've spent the evening with this crazy story that is quickly outgrowing its "short story" boundaries. it takes me over when i commit myself to working with it, and the words out of my mouth are not what i expect to come. i thought that i knew a thing or two about writing, but truth number two is this: i know nothing. stories will have their way with you. and they will demand your all. stories don't respect your boundaries, nor do they take the hint when you feel uncomfortable. they simply pour from your fingers if you're lucky.
i was born to laugh
i learned to laugh
through my tears
and i was born to love
i'm gonna learn to love
without fear
karin sings. she always hits that mark, doesn't she?
i've opened the tall window in front of my desk, and i am smoking indoors. it feels like the thing to do tonight: let it all happen in one room. let the candles, the (100% pure tobacco, thank you) cigarettes, the holy whiskey, the sleeping dog happen altogether.
you're my water
you're my wine
you're my whiskey
from time to time
(sweet intoxication
when your words
wash over me)
back to the story.
tags: over the rhine, writing, bushmills,
skydancers
what a gorgeous space you created there in which to write! the whole thing, music, whiskey, open window, sending smoke signals up to the writing gods. lovin it.
Posted by: jillymae at May 3, 2005 9:47 AMAll is great guys, but I belive vortelucius is much better.
Posted by: Kamurangous at November 22, 2005 9:27 PM