(That's my hand from a few years ago on the right. You can
see that it is uncallused. Not the hand of a
working man that. That there's the hand of a
seasoned hand photographer).
Occasionally I have bursts where I write down random stuff. Typically, I'm motivated to write when I'm feeling blue, and that's why most of these are downers. Happiness is boring. Here's a
sampling:
For a brief period I decided I was going to become a novelist. I made
a few attempts, but was always too disgusted to continue writing after
a few pages. The experience has given me some real respect for real
writers. I found that even when I had what I considered 'original'
ideas, after a few pages the writing always started to sound like
something I'd seen before. Here are a couple of my attempts:
