an existentialist kid trapped in an adult's body
Now I may be out of my jurisdiction here, but this kid needed a little objective guidance. I call it reassurance. So I asked him what he's good at or what he likes so far in school, and he gave me little to nothing to work with. Grades average. At least not a complete Holden Caulfield. So I told him to...
Straight from the airport, Nearly two breathes of London air, You were the first person I spoke to. And my first words, “Hello, I stink. Can I use your shower?” Best pick-up line ever.
And am I one? The other night, over a few jolly pints and less than witty banter, I stumbled upon a cold hard fact. For the longest time, I've been living in sweet oblivion. I've allowed myself to believe that I am from a generation beyond my uncomfortably close peers; the one before the infamous... Continue Reading →
While surrounded by a sea of green and cheap Irish regalia, I managed to have a somewhat meaningful chat with a friend. He pointed out the merits of my writing and gave me some feedback for the future. This one thing he said, lingers on my mind. The notion of framing my narrative, better. And... Continue Reading →
From the beginning of time, writers have whinged and moaned over a peculiar condition that hinders their efforts. A pest of the mind that either clouds your clarity or dissipates your creative clouds. Invisible and debilitating; a common disease still yet uncured. You guessed it, the old 'writer's block'. Not unlike the common cold, it... Continue Reading →
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