When i read exceptionally brilliant, heart-felt writing i want to delete my blog...
I imagine busting through the swinging doors of my writer's room, blunt weapon in hand, waiting for my blog writing staff's eyes to meet mine. The mace, candlestick, trident clinks and clacks against the floor as I let it slip from my small, delicate hands. I swagger to the closest window and glare, breathing heavy, building dramatic tension. And then i go there. I drop the Alec Baldwin speech on them like an A-bomb filled with kamikazes (think Glengarry Glen Ross monologue delivered with the vitriol of pig daughter voice mail). This goes on, blood trickling down their earlobes and splatting on their crisp, white dress shirts. Near the end of my tirade, i snatch one of the baby-faced writers by the pits and i shake him...a good strong shaking. A half an hour later, i release the sweating husk and he crumples into the fetal position. I wiggle my numb fingers and part with these words: "Write personally. Write profoundly. Write punly. Write better."
I also understand that brilliant, heart-felt writing is a process...haha that's a great word for it. So don't fret...this blog is safe.
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3 comments:
mace.
i hope this means your blog is back.
you incite questions within myself.
i read this during thon weekend and i was really mad that you said the word "coffee." i think i might have cried.
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