Wednesday, February 13, 2008

I just need to write something now to prove that I exist. I wanted to write something that people would respond to, not because it’s the next great work of literary journalism, but because it’s something, because it resonated, because it was what it was. I’ve long given up the notion that I could produce the next great anything. But if some people read it and like it, maybe that’s enough. I’m in a state now that I hate everything I try to put to words, even when I toy with a few different subjects that are on the list of fragments going stale. All day, I’ve thought, I take so much, I consume so much, I need to produce something. And nothing came out. So I write about how nothing came out, because if I don’t, it will be another day I may as well not have existed, another day of an empty inbox and an internet that updates too slowly. At least I’m leaving this one footprint. I was alive on February 13, 2008, and I couldn’t write anything at all.


Blogger GLE said...

I got my hair done today. That's all I've accomplished today.

About a month until I'm there.

10:13 AM  
Blogger Natalie said...

I was ASLEEP! It was awesome.

11:38 AM  
Blogger janamarie said...

i was asked to belt out "dancing queen" for a series of middle-aged women at a bar to karaoke accompaniment. and obliged.
accomplishing absolutely nothing at all might be more respectable than that.

8:00 PM  
Blogger GLE said...

I was looking at Colins blog and was shocked/elated to see updates. It looked like you guys have had a fun trip!

7:33 AM  

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