There are so many rooms inside her
& just as many locked doors, but sometimeswhen the silence snaps shut, she hears the soft
thud. Another body falling onto the whitemarble floor of her sleep. All night they fall.
She doesn’t remember when the bodies starteddisappearing from their lives & arriving
inside her, gagged & hooded, but she wakesa little heavier each morning, a night’s worth
of bullet casings tangled in her hair.The King just now easing back
into bed beside her.
I tried starting a novel from scratch last night just to see if I could nail down the characters. I need to outline it, but I like it.
it’s so funny to look back on what I thought I’d be writing with a quarter century under my belt. I thought I’d still be penning talking animal stories with religious themes.
…ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. wait.
I wish you a wrestling match with your Creative Muse that will last a lifetime. I wish craziness and foolishness and madness upon you. May you live with hysteria, and out of it make fine stories. Which finally means, may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.
Ray Bradbury (via faithmckay)
my day was just 100000% brightened by the presence of a Jake across the table from me at Red Robin