Journal entry from October 10, 2006
Posted Saturday, December 30, 2006 @ 01:18 PM
I have nearly forgotten what it is to write—what it means to be driven to compose by minutia's underbelly—to layer the mundane until it means something, then turn it over to see how it looks from the other side. Suddenly after silent weeks of adjustment to Tuscaloosa (a place that is fast becoming my real home—a place that I may not love as unconditionally as Birmingham, but which I am satisfied to call a backdrop), things are breathing again, no earlier than yesterday. Funny that I can forget again and again that when I quit writing, the silence permeates. To start again merely means a few attempts and a handful of half-successful sentences. But I suppose one could say to a constipated man that to poop, he must merely sit on the toilet and get to work, but I can't imagine that really speeding the process any.
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"Minutia's Underbelly" is now officially my first band name choice for any future bands I may be in. I might also add "The" at the beginning, just cause it sounds cooler.
30 Dec 2006, 6:23 PM.
Not much on my mind these days, but what can I say? It's not important. I just don't have much to say lately. I've just been letting everything pass me by recently, but eh.
26 Jan 2007, 10:58 PM.
I've more or less been doing nothing worth mentioning, but eh. My life's been really bland today. I don't care. I've just been letting everything happen without me these days. That's how it is.
31 Jan 2007, 6:46 PM.