try

yesterday i started writing at 7am and didn't knock off til after 3 in the afternoon, completely worn out. at one point, writing a childhood memory, my eyes welled up with tears. the only thing that stopped me from crying was the need to keep banging my fingers down on the keys. the click click click of the act. and once it was done, i felt like i was in a trance- not really seeing anything or thinking anything. hypnotized. half asleep. limbo.

then i made dinner, relaxed with my sweetheart, and we both climbed in to bed a bit early to read. i finished the 2nd volume of Persepolis. i am amazed by Marjane Satrapi. amazed. this chronicle of her life is just astounding. not just the events these books contain, but her knack as a writer to tell an entire story with such few words! the comic form doesn't lend itself to wordy writing. it is so paired down! efficient. i'm way at the opposite end of that spectrum! ha! and the books, from start to finish, are just gorgeous and heart breaking and important. also, i continue to be amazed by writers who aren't afraid to use their own life story to produce an artwork. especially an artwork whose basic material is language. such exposure! such a brave, compelling act. seriously. this is definitely Required Reading. in fact, this should be required reading in high school. it really should be. it would make the world a better place if it were. no joke.

and in the pages of her story, a truism was presented; one that i've been thinking myself lately. "one must educate oneself". coming across this statement within the text shook me hard. it is the exact right answer, coming at the exact right moment, a moment when it is absolutely needed.

i must read. i must study. i must TRY. and i have to, simply, just keep doing what i've been doing- writing, reading, drawing, painting. all in a big loop. a huge web. my constellation.

keep plugging away.

i have plenty of coffee and paper.