Oct 1, syracse. pg 18 of 98
hello world, another draft of the hoodoo way
before i withdraw into the woodshed for novel
something new, if novel doesnt work it doesnt woork
all my adulltlife my sense of self worth been tied
to that novel, still is probably but at least i know
better, ima do it cause thats what i do but
either way i accept the call, the universe has
kept its part oof the deal, ima keep mine
had my spine surgery last week and im walking
i aint swaggering but im walking, got no wind but
im walking, also now that that overwhelming pain
has receded im beset w/all the regulation aches
gon be serious about my pt now
i dont want to end up here again
okay so now that im kinda functional again
am backk in the saddle, a draft of the
hoodoo way, 10 pgs a day, 96 pgs
i work single space so thats actually 20 pgs a day
and i can maintainn that kinda pace cause its a
mature manuscript that im mostly touching up
i wish it were more profund but the onlly way
to get it done is to accept it is what it is and
if this what im coming up with this what i get
there does not seem to be a market for what i do
but i trust it to do what i want - shape generations
i dont generally put the AI works i use in
the text online but im feeling fey, this is
the storywork for 1st segment - Invocation
awkward cause its a dude in a riff on god
and humanity, my bad but the art evokes
for me, its that rainbow halo do me
all my love
In the Beginning
in the beginning god created humanity, when
humanity got too proud god created death,
when death got too proud god created art
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