Some days it doesn’t matter if you really want to; you just have to do begin writing and see what comes out.

If it sucks, it sucks. But the reason we keep going is that some days — and you can’t ever tell which ones — you come up with something good. Something new. Maybe even original.

Maybe it happens by itself. Maybe it’s helped by the THC gummy you took earlier. Doesn’t matter. You just have to look out for the good days and make sure you right whatever it is that you feel.

It’s like bicycling — i have to bicycle fairly often; if i stop for a while, it takes me a *bunch* of rides to get back into it. Sometimes even if i don’t have to go somewhere, i just go … i just see how far i want, or where i decide to go; and i’m sometimes surprised by where i’m lead.

(And it’s funny, how i begin to see my phone screen as a page, and now i find myself writing in phone-screen-sized chunks — that’s become the news PAGE size, not a computer-screen-sized page or a paper-page-sized page. My page values have become more phone-shaped and phone-sized.)

Anyway, sending good energy to you all. Celebrate life!

another day, another hemp THC gummy.

the ideas flow more easily; the mind relaxes. i hardly notice the sounds of the ocean in the background after a while.

writing is just the courage to say something when no one has asked a question — it is responding to an implicit question posed by the universe around us.

language makes the world more interesting, as well as the people in it. without language, life is dull. there is little comedy without language.

but the joy of experience does not require language, except to communicate it to someone. do you use language with yourself, or only with other people?

writing implies other people (to read the writing), even if it’s just you at a later time. let the words flow out of you like waves crashing against the shore, extending and withdrawing, order and over again.

let other people walk on your beach at the water’s edge; every wave is different, but also the same. if you do not express yourself, do you truly live? or are you just a ghost?

watch the sun rise over the ocean — every day, if you can; even if it’s only a recent recording from a nearby beach that some angel has recorded and posted on YouTube.

this is a new website to go with the email from my old school.

and it’s dedicated to Sandi Mrowka, the woman i met in 2011 and who later asked me to marry her; i had the privilege to know her for 13 years, but she died last year from cancer.

this will be a place that i can write & express stuff, as best i can. i’m trying to piece together another book — a sequel to anomaly — called better off, and maybe i’ll try out some stuff out here as i write it.