April 16, 2011

still the one

dear if i could write a book diary,

sometimes i think about writing a book, but then i think- nah. why do that again. i've already written six of those and i get so bored about halfway through- committing to one character and one basic set of circumstances that always lead up to an almost certain ending. by about the fifth chapter- when you've established who everyone is- i want to toss the bitch into the river. because the only other alternative is to take that left turn and go somewhere nobody expected- which always turns out to be dumb- because there is a delicate place where stupidity and eloquence no longer balance each other and even the best writers never prevail. if you take that left- you ain't coming back- so enjoy the ride down dumbass. fuck a book anyway. really. a book. really? fuck a book? i'd rather write a movie about a book about a book about a movie about a book- just so i can be sure and get my facts straight.