|04/11/2017 - One of these two clowns is finally working on the 100Words website update. Facelift back in motion. Really. Thanks for not giving up on us.||
March 7th, 2010
I was reading other batches for some insight into the experiences of others. After sampling a batch written by A Mystical Leaf of Afro Zen, I was left with the taste of sauteed tomatoes, onions and spirituality in my mouth. Curiously I was reminded of the Meditation for Dummies book I read back in the summer of 1998 or 1999, and how I used to sit in the guest room of my mom's condo and patiently meditate semi-regularly. I felt nothing but increasing weight as I placed the room, the condo, the city and the unknown upon my shoulders.
August 1st, 2008
I canít believe we are in August already. School is going to start soon. The traffic will start up again. Their will be kids all over the place running for buses. I donít miss school one little bit. I usually liked it, but I still donít miss the studying and the tests and the projects. I miss getting new supplies on the first day. My favorite part was writing in a new notebook, on the first page. I loved that. Getting to organize my things and putting my name on stuff. That was the best. I still love new supplies.
December 5th, 2007
If you want to be a writer you have to write. So why is it so hard? Because every word, every sentence is something you give birth to and then like a harpy you’re likely to tear it apart. But there’s something worse than tearing apart your own work, it someone else tearing it apart for you. Rejection is hard, stinging criticism is hard, so why bother. You write because you want to create. The fire to make something new burns so hotly inside you can’t control it. So you write or you don’t. If you want to write, write.