I think insecurity is the reason I have so much trouble writing. As I sit in front of the page, be it digital or paper, I have this nagging sense of my own incapability. It’s been worse this year. But, in the end, the deadline wins out and the writing gets done, though that sense of incapability and fear of producing something terrible never really leaves.
My water is out for the time being so I’m living out of gallon jugs and bottles and I use an obscene amount of water. I really feel like I don’t use that much but, wow. If I’m an average water user this is crazy.
There is no preparation against the emptiness that some days bring. Allow them to empty you, let them fill you with something new again.
I saw my first (and more) van Gogh this weekend. This was one of my favorites, Portrait of the Postman Joseph Roulin.
This is one of the series of portraits that van Gogh did of his friend and drinking buddy Joseph.
That he was able to create such overwhelming beauty living such a tortured existence is incredible.
Brendan James - Simplify
SNL - A New Horror Movie from Wes Anderson
Autumn afternoon tunes.
From an evening with my lady several months ago.
Tunes for autumn nights.
Wes Anderson’s The Grand Budapest Hotel Trailer