Blank, bland & neutral
Next week will be the fifth and last semester for this year. Almost a bit scary to think about, four weeks gone, a month. Six weeks ago I was stressing about being back in class. Not being sure if I had the energy to get three another fast-paced and full-on semester.
Not much has happened this week. At least not much to talk about — or write about.
Did I mention that I’m also writing for Gonzo Times now? No? Well, I did … only on Twitter tho. Was unsure if I were up to it, but it is something different when writing for someone else. .random[oid] is written for my readers, but it is why “publication”. To produce work for something which is not yours gives it a different meaning. A very important meaning. Slightly difficult to explain, but it gives the rush all writers and columnist lust for. Knowing that someone else wants to read what you write.
Write and you will understand.
I like alcohol and other substances that makes me high, but if I had to I could most likely be able to live without it. The high writing gives me, is a high I could never live without. Never…
I don’t write to live, I live to write.
