Reading the Newspaper
By: Chie Theresa Fujioka on 12/25/2000; 11:58 PM
Yes I am sitting in front of a newspaper, pen in my hand and thoughts in my head. And I am reading it... or anyway what is written upon. You see, I want to write this story about... well I don't want to ruin the plot. But I am writing it on a newspaper, greying my palm with every sweeping stroke (At first i wrote stork... hehe) of my sweepy loopy y handwriting which is supposed to mean i have a high sex drive. It's a ghost story though, and im trying to make it evil because i like being evil even though i never am. GREAT GLOVES OF CHICKEN! Beside me is this book by stephen king... called insomnia. I think thats what im tortured with right now even though I guess i wouldn't know since it isnt bedtime yet, and im not trying to sleep *yawn* I hate it when i have such sudden inspiration for something and then the next day i realy dont care, and dotn have ideas. Is that writers block? or is that just not having ideas? I think i need to coin the phrase writers pillo. because your ideas fal asleep. hmm I guess i will just carry this newspaper with me whereever I go... I wish I had some murder crime stories in here... but it is one of the artsy kind of newspapers, you know, the kind you pick up at a cafe after seeing another twisted movie. or i did. highland coffee and unbreakable. I love twisted movies. and books. and people. they are like the pepper of the world. ah now the spanich sounding guitar soundtrack from mission impossible 2 comes on and i am seized with the urge to dance. hey i think i will put it in my story. the ghost woman yes. ah that i would remember. it seems too much like the music i compose. when walking about the house i am seized with inspiration of a tune developing it into an entire concerto when suddenly as i sit to write it... it fades and i come out with the 24 second midi file i desparately give to many people... well now it is longer because i added things but just the same. I wish i remembered perfectly everything i wished to remember. well im rambling but thatnks for the help on ideas for my story. maybe we should get together again at the coffee shop.
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