How I Write

Someone keeps stealing my blood. I have less and less each day. That’s not what I want to write about, though. The thing I want to write about is writing (how fucking dull is that, huh?). This is my system:

I turn on my laptop and look through some old porn. Eventually, I open up word and stare at the ocean of white for several minutes. Then I turn on the TV and flip through the stations. Nothing is on, so I stare at the blank white for a while longer. I get up to pour a drink, get to the kitchen and realize that I’ve forgotten what I went to the kitchen for, turn around get all the way back to the living room and remember that I am sober. Back to the kitchen, fix a drink, walk back to my spot, see the white and wonder why the fuck I bother.

Three or four drinks later I start to type. At first without really knowing what the hell I’m writing about. Eventually something starts to take shape. Then, I get a rhythm and the words flow- for a while.

Then I get too drunk to type, try to remember to save what I was working on, and turn off the computer.

I wonder if Bukowski did it this way.

Other stuff:

The Legendary, a zine I like (and that had the good taste to publish me a while back) has been reviewed at HTML Giant: right fucking here.

The snow came and went.

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7 Comments

  1. i write a lot like that too. especially the sea of white and the drinking and porn parts and taking shape parts

    the legendary is nice. nice enough to publish me anyway….

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  2. been a while since i read such a great post. thanks to xtx for the share.

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  3. “the legendary is nice. nice enough to publish me anyway….”

    I just read your story there. I enjoyed it very much

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  4. thanks NT, yours was awesome sauce as well.

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  5. Nate – sorry I’m late to the party.

    Aside from the alcohol, with a suitable replacement being Red Bull, my work in general reflects this – quite possibly the Red Bull getting me ripped off my face that life passes by too quickly – those hours pass by like fly wing flaps.

    Buzz buzz. Holy flapping fly wings, Batman: I Just lost another two fucking hours….!

    Holla.

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    • Hey, welcome.

      Red Bull fucks me all up. I have to be careful with that stuff or I bounce from wall to wall like a superball

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