There’s an art to using manic energy

I am manic today. I will not be someday soon. There’s an art to using manic energy—or drunk/sober energy—and that is to make it work for segments of a job. It’s timing—like running out the extra words that may exist between new works. It’s don’t be afraid to edit—massively. Don’t consider it sacred. But always Continue reading There’s an art to using manic energy

re: Railing against my own insignificance

I’ve been railing against my insignificance.  And it’s worked, in a way:  I’ve accepted this insignificance in whatever ways.  Gone down its path a ways.  Gone down its path a while.  And found it true.  Am I significant to D?  To anyone but (or including) me.  There’s something freeing about it.  To ignore my own consciousness. Continue reading re: Railing against my own insignificance