File under December “Exiled From Main Street” Outtakes:
Alright, allow me to preface this piece–which is due in a few hours–with yet another disclaimer: I refused to start this piece without first finding my slippers, which if only because I just smoked some hash, you can trust took an hour. And then I really wasn’t happy until I changed into my sweatpants.
I knew we were going to be here awhile. That’s how it works, come to find out. May as well be comfortable.
So, last month, just when I got done proclaiming like a fool that I do my best work with my back against the wall, the walls came crumbling in. Why the hell not? Believe you me when I say that when you write about something, you truly summon it.
But don’t ask me what this says about God.
Yeah, for someone that prides themselves on apologizing as little as possible, I sure the hell am saying “I’m sorry” a lot lately. And it’s not from lack of trying, I swear. Wow, I just noticed we’re covering everything here rather quickly, all the hallmarks like Guilt and Faith right out of the gate.
Damn, another light just burned out. I tell you what, it’s a Light Fiasco here.
And hell if I can write with someone stomping their feet overhead. It makes me want to write things like “This piece may very well ruin my career, but it sure the hell’s not going to ruin me.”
Man, this thing can’t be quite so opaque, needs to be more than a guy getting high and giggling like a schoolgirl with a crush.
I mean, why did I write the title first? I never do that, it’s so much harder to get started. Now my boundaries are defined by it, what follows needs to live up to it. Ten bucks says I change it.
Take a look: just now the title says “Sometimes It Just Happens” up there. What’s it say now? Add Time Travel to our list of heavies.
Look, Mark, if you’re not excited about the story, it’s just that much harder to excite your readers. The point of the piece is that last month you got sick, perhaps sicker than ever before, just as you were writing your piece. Take that story and have fun with it, make it new.
Whew…. I bet if I was getting paid more I wouldn’t be getting this tired.
Yeah, we’re always getting to the bigger picture here, sooner or later….