You know when youre writing and everything that comes into your head is shoddy and trite, and you write and write, and try to find something, anything, that glimmers in that pile of shit that is your...
Here is to the rest of this summery Monday afternoon.
Lately I have had a growing feeling that nearly every part of my life is slightly substandard.I have decided, arbitrarily, that it is alright as long as the following things do not reach the substand...
Thursday evening is the best evening of the week. In its honour Ive made scones and bought apricot marmelade. Why its the best? The Model Agency. That show makes me want to be a model agent, and I sa...
Reality: "How old are you? Right. Kids? No? Well, theres time. Boyfriend? Yeah, how is it working out? Mind if I smoke? Sorry, have to get this."My mind:
My friend says all you need is a plan. I have this wood that I dont know what to make of that has been standing around for two months.
You go to school and get a degree. You go to gradschool and get another degree. Briefly, you have a job with your own office, a comfy chair and all the free notebooks you need. Then youre unemployed ...
I want to work in a shop and wear tailored clothes and be happy.
A nice moment was when I rang my boyfriend who was in the other room and said that I would love a cup of coffee and he whispered quietly that he would fix it right away, then I heard the coffee maker...
Books that I gave to Oxfam or to friends before leaving England but now wish that I had taken with me:Bonjour Tristesse - Francoise SaganBlonde - Joyce Carol OatesThem - Joyce Carol OatesThe Scheme f...
I write aimlessly and sometimes get excited when I find how one thing is connected to another thing, but mostly I edit and just tinker about with words, and importantly, discarding is a way faster pr...
Reading The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis. From "Mothers":"Mothers , when they are guests at dinner, eat well, like children, but seem absent. It is often the case that they cannot foll...
I read stories in the armchair in my boyfriends office while he naps on the couch in the livingroom, and I drop chocolate wrappers on the floor and leave them there and then we go for a walk in the l...
Just eating my breakfast, scones from yesterday and a few cups of heavenly coffee. It seems like it will be yet another warm day, so I might eventually take my editing out on the balcony and let the ...
I want to read more comedy. Not comedy that is farcical or written by Jonathan Franzen or rests on a flat mockery of contemporary society, but comedy that is understated and acidic and almost hurts a...
The best cure for nightmares is coffee. Coffee is also the best cure for panic, loss of direction and all forms of guilt-ridden idleness.
Now is that moment in the evening when I want to put on fresh coffee and start a project and stay up all night to finish it and then, in the morning, be awake and alert and fresh as a rosebud, ready ...
I went for a walk, in the rain, because it was the first thing on my list.The next things: make coffee and do some editing.
"Hon fruktade och älskade hans blickar. Det sött förbjudna i dem. Som mandelformar med sylt och nyskummad grädde en vanlig vardag.""Det fanns ännu gamla människor som kunde spela med strå...
Its raining and the birds in the backyard are really loud and the postman just dropped off two horrible bills. I might be in need of a life coach.
Plastic champagne bottle filled with m&ms; orange I <3 NY t-shirt; pretty, white phone case; book with short stories (The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis).I still only think ab...
I have trouble thinking about anything but PhD funding.In other news, today my boyfriend is coming home from a long trip. Hell be tired. Maybe Ill cook for him, and put flowers on the table. Thatd be...
"He rushed beyond the barrier and called to her to follow. He was shouted at to go on, but he still called to her. She set her white face to him, passive, like a helpless animal. Her eyes gave hi...
And this is where. The missing chair is in the other room, by my desk, where I dont sit.One thing that did happen is I got a place on a PhD programme. Whether Ill be able to do it remains to be seen....
Black coffee times six; an email with NYCBABY as the subjectline; Joyce, Dubliners; dirty dishes; clean laundry; faded sheets; the word FURY sprayed on the street; the beginning for the final chapter...
I wish I were a comedian.I would be really really funny.
Ive had two car accidents on this road, and many surreal drives in the midnight sun.
Im spending the morning writing long emails, and these sad dregs is all the coffee that I have left.
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