2004-05-05T15:56:00.000-07:00

i never went to bed last night, so when morning came, i went outside to take some pictures. when i came back inside, this is the writing that happened:

what i did on the morning of the fifth day of may

i turned my head to see that the sun had already risen
and i couldn't resist a formal greeting

when i went outside to play
there were several others just like me

the plain brown birds sang their love songs
the squirrel munched whatever squirrels munch

a human followed his canine in wilful obedience
and flowers of all colors watched the clouds

i took weird pictures and wrote poems in my head
when no one's looking, i'll say it was art

2004-04-26T11:51:00.000-07:00

It is essential that I write more stuff and more often. Why?

1. I'm picking up a writing minor next semester
2. Writing increases word power, and I want to be able to beat Dan at Scrabble.
3. Some people actually make money at writing.
4. Real jobs are the pits.
5. If I can be a writer, I will be able to open up my book and cookie store.

So that's why I'm writing.

The following entries may deal with the above points, or they may be poems or pieces of fiction, but everything will be my own. I promise.

a place to write