Why does he say he wants to sleep with her forever, but sleep with her only once a month? Why does he say she makes him happy, then tell her he’s unhappy?
“Claire’s Lover’s Church by Teri Ruch (1984)
Tag: literature
‘Who are you anyway?’ said Jeremy.
His smile fading, my father shrugged.
’Who are you?’
My father shrugged again.
“In the American Society” by Gish Jen (1987)
It was like that hush of spirit which we feel amid the bright, mild woods of autumn, when the bright hectic flush is on the trees, and the last lingering flowers by the brook; and we joy in it all the more, because we know that soon it will all pass away
It was like that hush of spirit which we feel amid the bright, mild woods of autumn, when the bright hectic flush is on the trees, and the last lingering flowers by the brook; and we joy in it all the more, because we know that soon it will all pass away
I am super inspired by illustrators and comic creators, particularly alt comics or comix or whatever isn’t superhero comics. (Although I have an obsession with drawing women in superhero comics with practical costumes but that’s a whole other thing).
Here’s a book I love that inspires me as it tells of a story of a kid making sense of reality, and you might like it too.
I was once inspired by literary fiction in the same way (well, still am! a good short story makes my day) and I got into it enough to do it! It was a really fulfilling, stressful, crazy few years because the ideas in my head were getting put to paper/screen and it feels great and I still look back on that time fondly, even if I don’t write anymore. I blame the loss of the “spark” but, man, it’s a lack of discipline. I still get ideas for stories all the time but there’s no discipline to do it. (I did pitch a video game recently and that was great because it was a part of my paid job, which, super lucky, but also I associate motivation with earning a wage and I’m figuring out if that’s good or bad.)
And I still want those things, to write and draw, but there’s a niggling fear of being an old in a community where you need to start young and have the enthusiasm of someone new to everything. (This is not rational of course and there are countless examples of people starting in a given discipline or field well after “youth,” but it’s there, you know? The Fear.)
Okay, see, now I wrote this and feel better. I better get to drawing.
I am super inspired by illustrators and comic creators, particularly alt comics or comix or whatever isn’t superhero comics. (Although I have an obsession with drawing women in superhero comics with practical costumes but that’s a whole other thing).
Here’s a book I love that inspires me as it tells of a story of a kid making sense of reality, and you might like it too.
I was once inspired by literary fiction in the same way (well, still am! a good short story makes my day) and I got into it enough to do it! It was a really fulfilling, stressful, crazy few years because the ideas in my head were getting put to paper/screen and it feels great and I still look back on that time fondly, even if I don’t write anymore. I blame the loss of the “spark” but, man, it’s a lack of discipline. I still get ideas for stories all the time but there’s no discipline to do it. (I did pitch a video game recently and that was great because it was a part of my paid job, which, super lucky, but also I associate motivation with earning a wage and I’m figuring out if that’s good or bad.)
And I still want those things, to write and draw, but there’s a niggling fear of being an old in a community where you need to start young and have the enthusiasm of someone new to everything. (This is not rational of course and there are countless examples of people starting in a given discipline or field well after “youth,” but it’s there, you know? The Fear.)
Okay, see, now I wrote this and feel better. I better get to drawing.
There is nothing at all like a man’s strong kiss: apologies to the women of Kentucky.
“What You Want to Do Fine” by Lorrie Moore
There is nothing at all like a man’s strong kiss: apologies to the women of Kentucky.
“What You Want to Do Fine” by Lorrie Moore
Life was stuck in the night; daytime was just the intermission, the waiting between the acts of the real show.
“Maniac Loose” by Michael Malone (2001)
Life was stuck in the night; daytime was just the intermission, the waiting between the acts of the real show.
“Maniac Loose” by Michael Malone (2001)