posted by dave on Wednesday, May 13, 2009 at 3:31 AM in category ramblings

Three hours ago, I was going to write something and then I was going to go to bed. I was going to go to bed at a normal hour, like a normal person.

See, I've got a lunch date with HatGirl and I want to be refreshed and shit. So I was going to go to bed at 12:30 or so, right after I wrote something.

And here I still sit.

Better late than never, perhaps?

There is a quote by Ernest Hemingway on NakedGirl's blog.

There's nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
Sounds like something I'd say, doesn't it? Except for the typewriter part. I'm not that old.

Anyway, I was thinking today that I need to stop this bleeding.

Or not.

Maybe, instead, I should slice the veins in my soul and just let myself pour.

How long would I bleed? Forever?

That would be gross.

comments (2)

Yay! NakedGirl is featured once more! I feel special.

And that Hemingway quote really does sound like you. I don't think it's so much that you need to either stop bleeding or just gush, but you need to go with the medieval practice of being bled to theoretically remove the poisons from your blood.

Does that make sense?

It makes sense, and I think it's why we all write.

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