The Truest Thing I’ve Ever Said
About my writing:
“I see myself staunching wounds. All the pages of all my books going into a great hole in people and slowing the loss of blood.”
Talking with an old friend about art. Her philosophy came up, and mine, and my place in the world through art. That’s what I came up with. I don’t really think about myself in that capacity, because I’m not important in that way. My words are.
Class has been tough this quarter. Life has been tough. The writing, as always, has been good. I’m coming up on the end of this book and whenever I do that, in my experience, I get a little nervous. No reason in particular, really. It’s the same with starting a book. Anyway. I’m about 30,ooo words away from the end, maybe a little more. It’s a treat to hold cards to your chest and finally get to lay them down. The writing comes fast and somewhat easy, lately. I should be finished in a few months.
Was laid out for the last week or so, sick. Had a good and ridiculous time bar-hopping the weekend before that. The places life takes me, sometimes. The Antagonist came for a visit, on her way to Australia. She cooked for me, we drank, we watched movies, we wrote. She changed the alarm on her phone to a recording of me singing the beginning of Tom Waits’ “Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis”. Went to LAX for the 8th(?) time. I’m now going steady with the 105. Bought her a promise ring and everything.
May have some good news for you next time. Meanwhile, I enjoyed the vlog thing, so, requests?
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I saw that in your Twitter stream the other day, and I really liked it. I don’t think of my books that way, but I do think of some others in such a manner (as staunching my wounds, sometimes wounds I didn’t even know I had) so I can understand it. I think you’ll make a great word-doctor.
(My wriitng… is more like the anesthesia. It takes you to your happy place, lol.)
[...] Eric is the one who got me thinking about all this, when he tweeted and then blogged about being (what I termed) a “word-doctor”: I see myself staunching wounds. All the pages of all my books going into a great hole in people and slowing the loss of blood. [...]