sign the brand-spankin'-new guestbook... an infinite number of monkeys ~
August 18, 2006 - 11:44 p.m. sleepy, sleepy girl. soon enough for my bed, but writing is a thing. one of the things I am working at doing. I don't have to write well, I don't have to write beautifully, I just have to write. I've been reminding myself lately that in order to be a writer you have to be willing to write a whole lot of crap. it's true, ask any writer. (I wonder though-- william gibson-- has he ever written any crap? really? I want to believe it, but some part of me does not.) I lost touch with the idea of myself as a writer at some point. I'm not sure when. somewhere after I left the poetry slam scene, sometime before now. it felt like I'd lost the right to claim it, somehow. I'm working at it now. claiming it. taking back my sense of myself as one who works in words. holding myself to the commitment to write, even if it means writing a whole lot of crap. I am an infinite number of monkeys.
the old-school guestbook archives
my amazon wish list...
my favorite astrologer...
my favorite artist...
yerba mate revolution!
erowid: a travel guide for interior journeys...
no more war:
MoveOn.org
United for Peace and Justice
True Majority
seek the truth:
Common Dreams
Unamerican Activities
The Nation
people I adore, diaries I read:
rev.raikes
ariana
cubiclegirl
epiphany
glitter333
laurakay
wammo
the music:
the asylum street spankers
backyard tire fire
blue highway
bill camplin
wendy colonna
freedom tribe
joules graves
guy forsyth band
hamsa lila
hanuman
libby kirkpatrick
leftover salmon
pamela means
medeski martin & wood
the motet
the nice outfit
nickel creek
open road
rose polenzani
railroad earth
south austin jug band
string cheese incident
taarka
tha musemeant
the devil makes three
tim o'brien band
trolley
wild sage
keller williams
yonder mountain string band
(((rings)))