February 2012
31 posts
My strategy for incorporating stupidly fancy words that clash with my narrative voice into my novel is my male lead subscribes to that dictionary.com word of the day email thing. “That puppy is a milquetoast.”
She looked out at the lot of them standing against the backdrop of the sky and the sky was definitely real and the air was something solid. The people stood outside the air, like they could lean back and lie against it.
She looked down at her arm and saw that she existed in the air differently: her arm was inside the air. Something happened:
The air had parted like the sea and told her...
October 29th
You can always tell what month it is. If you went into space for twenty years and in it there was no time, then came back to earth and they stuck you in the middle of somewhere where there’s seasons and asked you what month it is, all you’d have to do is sniff the air and look at one square of ground and you’d know. Worst case scenario you’d say March if it was April or...
Id
“It is the dark, inaccessible part of our personality, what little we know of it we have learned from our study of the dream-work of the construction of neurotic symptoms, and most of that is of a negative character and can be described only as a contrast to the ego. We approach the id with analogies: we call it a chaos, a cauldron full of seething excitations… It is filled with energy...
I have nowhere else to write this down*
Ego is about belonging to the world. Mitch is ego, Sam is id
*If I wrote it in my notebook it would get lost in the shuffle
January 2012
42 posts
Tatiana, January 23rd
I just went outside for a cigarette and ran into Tatiana. She is very old. I live in her house. She and her husband and her son, Alex, who has multiple sclerosis, live on the bottom floor; me and Litterbox and another girl live on the top. I’ve been pretty obsessed with trying to get Tatiana to love me for the past four months I’ve lived here. She wears a camel wool coat and a leopard...
