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brokennerves
www.brokennerves.net
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a relic at the end of the world, a document of small things, the tiny life of a writer named melissa dominic
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Media Inhalation

I painted my eyes in honor of my dear, sweet Steve Rogers this past Sunday (all while wearing my tribute tee shirt and my comic book styled Nikes). I dragged my mother to sit in line with me at the m...

10 may 12

Counting Time. Again.

  I often feel I am discussing the exact same thing in about forty-five different ways. Ten months ago I wrote about what I would fill the time with since my time with my girlfriend, Magen, was ...

07 may 12

We’re Going to NYC Baby…

One Week’s Time: We’ll be in NYC. It has been about nine months since I’ve seen Magen, even if it doesn’t seem like it. An entire lifetime encapsulated in that time. So much h...

03 apr 12

Descriptors of Excuses

  The entire month has been lost. I am not entirely sure where it went, really. It has gone somewhere in a haze of doctor visits, hard decisions, socializing with people I haven’t seen in ...

30 mar 12

R-Process: Catching Up

  Today is a holiday around these parts. A holiday I have spent cleaning and spackling the bathroom, getting ready to sand and prime the walls for painting. My girlfriend called me up on the ph...

20 feb 12

The Power of Internet Groups

My dear pal MB Mulhall is back today to fill in the gaps of my inability to post! Today I scammed her into talking about her experience with Internet Community - a favourite topic of discussion here!...

16 feb 12

W-Process: Inspirations for Others

  Today I am giving the reigns of BrokenNerves and W-Process over to my pal, MB Mulhall of Keystrokes and Wordcounts She has a little book out called Near Dead which you can find through her w...

07 feb 12

Visual Datebook: Mobile Photos

      —- I don’t have a particularly great or wonderful phone (a Samsung Admire, running Android 2.3) , but, it really does the trick when I am out and about and all my oth...

03 feb 12

W-Process: Keeps Coming Back Up

  I could feel at the time There was no way of knowing Fallen leaves in the night Who can say where they are blowing? (More than This :: Roxy Music)   I am in a constant state of trying to ...

01 feb 12

In Plain Sight

    I am not ashamed of a lot of things.   I am not ashamed of the fact my agenda is filled with ideas for posts I haven’t gotten around to reading. I am not ashamed I took two w...

30 jan 12

W-Process: How We Learned to Tell Stories

  Shilo Christina says, All I write are scenes I say, I think that was all we were taught. We both come from the same school of literature. A mess of kids learning to write through huddled group...

11 jan 12

An Effective Discourse on Why I Now Watch Too Much Soccer

An Effective Discourse on Why I Now Watch Too Much Soccer: The Short Answer: It Helps Me Write. I used to not be a fan of much of anything. If I was lucky, I would catch a game of YMCA basketball up ...

09 jan 12

Visual Datebook: New Year’s Eve Edition 2012!

We kiss hard on the lips and swear this year will be better then the last Thursday :: Jet Black New Year

06 jan 12

W-Process: Projects of the Year

Baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again. So dance dance Like its the last last night of your life life Usher :: DJ Got Us Fallin’ in Love   Yesterday, my mother turns to me and a...

04 jan 12

ReIntroduction 2012

I might be too strung out on compliments, overdosed on confidence Started not to give a fuck and stopped fearing the consequence Drake :: Headlines   After so many years and cycles on the intern...

02 jan 12

Happy Twenty-Twelve!

  I never thought that we wouldn’t rule the world I always think we will cold cave :: confetti   Happy New Year!!! This year, for Christmas, my Aunt & Co. got me a really pretty j...

01 jan 12

Closed Until 2012

    The end of the year always brings a bit of chaos. While I have dreams of writing End-Of-The-Year posts and countdowns and lists, I know I will not have the time or energy to get them do...

22 dec 11

Writing Crews and Writing Bros

  I feel you grow out of things: friendships, situations, conquests and goals. Sometimes it hurts, sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes you just accept it for exactly what it is and you move on...

29 nov 11

The Miami Book Fair – 2011

The Miami Book Fair is like, my rock concert. Instead of getting smashed in the face with someone’s foot, I tend to sit around eating crepes. In both instances, I collect autographs. The author...

27 nov 11

True Facts About the Month of November

with your altars made of bone, the aftermath of disposable wings, you know that you were born for more than what machines provide Beats Antique | Rising Tide   Three weeks ago, I turned Twenty-E...

20 nov 11

The Unbearable Reality of #NaNoWriMo

    I say it every year, a week into it: National Novel Writing Month is tough. It is tough, mostly because I fall behind and worse than that, I hate everything I write. But, they say that&...

08 nov 11

Blips, Blips and More Blips

    October has been clicking along, chugging like a train closer to my birthday, closer to Novemeber and closer to things like National Novel Writing Month, but, there are big things still...

20 oct 11

For the Saturday Crowd

Because it is a Saturday and I am sort of messing around before NaNoWriMo starts up again, I decided I would share a little bit of what I had written for Stereoport previous to this, because you may ...

16 oct 11

Why I’ll Never Call Myself “Aspiring”

  Unpopular Opinion: I think calling yourself an aspiring author/aspiring writer is doing you nothing but harm. I don’t want to be mean. I don’t want to be rude. I don’t even w...

10 oct 11

My Life in Mini Business Cards

  Recently (and with thanks to Klout), I was able to get myself a nice set of slim, mini business cards from Moo. A few years back I had received a tiny sample pack via a Flickr promotion and qu...

08 oct 11

Stereoport :: One

    Stereoport was street heat and neon club lights. From the bedroom Carter and Dean shared, the blackout shades kept it outside, where it belonged. Tiny lamps lit up the corners of the be...

04 oct 11

Another Sip of the Snake Oil Cure

    Just a tiny, gentle reminder that my latest poem and publishing escapade is up at Dr Hurley’s Snake-Oil Cure. It’s entitled POEMBOX and it’s really about some things I...

03 oct 11

Welcome to the World of the Flesh Trap

    I’ll always say I am a lucky girl. Here is one particular reason why. Magen Toole of Eonism fame (and also, my incredibly beautiful girlfriend, which is besides the point entirely...

28 sep 11

Busted Up Insides and Twisted Tendons

    I wish I could be better than this. I really wish I could. But lately, I’ve been tired. Been sort of battered. Broken, I guess is the case like the name here would suggest. Last m...

22 sep 11

An Open Love Letter to Apple

    Dearest Apple, I don’t know who you are, but, I’ve seen you around town. Lurking on the side of tree trunks and power line poles. Sometimes just in jagged white script, but ...

31 aug 11

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