Posts Tagged With ‘#memoir&8217


Lollygagging

Poetic Ghetto, 2012. Oil, gouache and pencil on clay board, 18 x 24 inches.

Yeah, so it’s been a little while since I’ve posted anything again. Let’s face it. I’m just busy, even when I’m lollygagging. I’m never really dilly-dallying. I just think I am. I am always working. When I think something isn’t work, it really is work. It’s all work. It’s all part of it. It’s all the same. All roads lead to the same shit. And today I’m waiting for a new keyboard because this one is taking a dump. Some letters keep skipping and I have to keep going back and correcting all the spelling, even on the simplest words. Typing seems to be taking three times longer. The new keyboard should be arriving this afternoon.


Clogged Pipes

A Writer’s Constipation


Drawing Board

It’s been a sad week with the death of Michael’s mom, and I’ve been trying to keep busy as a means of distraction (as usual). I use my work like medication and always have. It’s not easy though. It weighs heavily on my mind.


Die with the Buffalo Part 2

Earlier this month, I sort of went off on a tangent about the desert. I don’t think I meant to go on so long about it, but if there’s one thing I can do it’s beat around the bush.


Change is Not Always Easy

As I said before, I have some personal stuff happening, and you know me, I’m not one to hold back on being transparent. Though, I don’t want to let the elephant fully out of the bag yet. Perhaps I need to break the news to myself before I can talk about it on my blog, I don’t know. I do know that my life is about to change, and it’s all for the better. It’s going to be big too, but change is not always easy.


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