snarky little bastard...

Humph, haven't been updating as much as I'd promised.

Too caught up in trying to figure out this "Work in Progress" novel of mine that I've been chewing over for the last week or so. But I'm beginning to believe that I may have come up with something tangible to work with though. Storywise it's a no brainer, the topic is easy, it's the theory and style format that's been clogging my brain space. But I think I've reached the point where I can firmly begin this. The first chapter has been written, needs to be cleaned up a little and fleshed out with a bit more detail, but the point is there.

Anyway, I was standing outside my office building yesterday, smoking a cig and reading, this girl comes up to me and asks what happened to Needles for Teeth.

"I hadn't seen it in a long while." she says.

"Oh, Needles is on an indefinate haitus."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I have other things that I want to do so, there it is."

"Huh," she says. "Okay, well, can I ask you something?"

"Sure"

"Why did you always write about yourself, or wrote things in first person?"

I thought about that for a second and answered with a (admittedly) smirky smile:

"Shit baby, I have to write about myself, because no one else will."

"Oh."

I stubbed out my cig and went back inside, full in my unglory.

Over the counter drugs makes brain think too much...

ya know, I've come to the conclusion that it's not as easy as some writers make to write about your life, the good and bad bits. I'm trying to get some thoughts together with this story I want to start, most of it based on things that I've experienced (the good and bad bits) and I find myself trying to avoid it, even though it's going to be the bulk of the tale, I find myself trying to talk myself out of writing it, I think that's why I've felt blocked. Not wanting to go back to those scenes, those images of things that I've either done or had done to me, or things that I've seen or heard, or had to go through unwillingly, things I've ran from, things I've dove headfirst into without thinking of the consequences. Things I've simply tried to forget over the years.

It's fucked up, really.

You'd think 'well, it's just memories, not much to it' and sure, you'd be right in some respects, but sometimes there are things that you just don't want to deal with, things you know (now) that you shouldn't have done, or maybe should have and you didn't. And there's the pains of regret, of what you did or didn't do, should have done, shouldn't have.

I have a ton of that shit on my plate.

Gotta figure out a way to get past it and get it down on the page. Get it out and over with, doesn't really help that I'm on minor Smoker's Lung medication and cheap pain pills.

More later when the caffeine finally kicks in.

I'm all out of titles...

I've decided to dump this pseudonym (Flynn) I've been using for well over a decade. Fuck it, I'm sick of it. This is the first step in trying to find something new.

I also bought a pack of Marlboro Milds not realizing they were menthol, I don't mind that too much even though normally I hate menthol.

Something New??

I plan on hitting a hotel bar within the week, The Ramadan is what we call it. Who knows what lurks in the depths of that place? Only the Shadow knows...Even though I've always thought The Shadow was a spoiled little bitch who couldn't do shit without his guns so to hell with him and his fucking fedora.

I'm on coffee, day quill, and ephedrine. I still have a cold but I'm feeling frantic and I can breath real good.

I've been reading the graphic novel Preacher all week, this is one of the most twisted, wonderful, mindfucking books I've ever read, but I'm getting issue 3 of Desolation Jones this week, so we'll see. Yes, we shall see...

I can't take it no more!

I need something new.
New environment, new digs, new bar,
new shoes, new suit, new brand of smokes,
new whiskey to drink,
a new woman with a new kind of craziness.
I need something new to get things going again,
I’ve been wiped out,
drained by mundane ideas based on nothing of substance.
My current state of booze intake doesn’t help,
the current affairs of the world only make me ill.
I turned off the TV and the internet brings me down.
I need something different, something weird,
something that I can’t quite understand,
but can hold my interest for more than 15 minutes.
Conversations become repetitive and frustrating,
the day job feels like slavery,
my apartment doesn’t have a couch, (maybe I need a couch?)
my cats give me dirty looks like they’re ashamed or something.
Maybe I need new cats.
Maybe I should stop stomping around,
reading the same old tattered and dog eared books,
trying to reclaim some old feeling from my youth.
Maybe I need new books,
New feelings come from new books yes?

I need something new, don’t know what it is yet.
But it’s gotta be out there, waiting to jump me and take my wallet,
drive me crazy, or get me locked up, thrown in the tank,
kicked out of my flat, make the cats fat and immobile,
get me back to writing normally.
Right?

Everybody needs something new, sometimes they get it,
Whether they want it or not.

Fuck, I’m bored…

Revampin'

So, it's been decided that the Needles for Teeth website is going to go through a few changes over the next week or so. With the unfortunate demise of the printed work we've settled to put our final issue online instead. This will be the highly anticipated "All Girl Issue" All works written by women, we thought of it as something different in this town, not like a rag with an all girl staff, just something different than the norm.

More on the updates when they come in...