amazing

I feel like I’m beginning to wrap my hands around what’s been missing from my writing. Like a jagged circle of negative space. Felt but not seen. Touched but not understood.

I’ve always felt like my writing lacks a certain life. Like I skirt all of the important stuff, and as a consequence I’m left with something that seems only passibly real. It’s not bad, but not quite great either. In the words of FLCL – nothing amazing. And I haven’t been able to get a handle on why I can’t (or won’t) cross that divide. Or find it even.

But maybe through all of this manic effort, I’m getting a handle on something. Not something I can put into words yet. Like those faces that have two heads – the witch and the angel – depending on which way you flip it.

Going to bed now. It’s going to be a long day tomorrow.