I took a number of writing classes in college. I got some recognition for (what I thought was) a pretty neat piece I wrote called "Numbers," with each section of the (approx. 15-page) semi-autobiographical piece increasing in complexity similarly to different classes of numbers (the wholes, integers, rationals, reals, and beyond). I'll post it somewhere (in thread maybe?) if anyone wants to read it.
I very much enjoy writing, and crafting a piece of writing, but I don't do it nearly as often as I should. Not enough hours in the day for work and chess and writing and guitar and japanese and football and eating and sleeping. Much of my writing is roughly stream-of-consciousness-ish, what I might call pseudoautobiography, maybe a sort of fantastical magical visceral interpretation of the experience of living. (?) I'm sketching out parts and scenes of a novel right now. If I get a little deeper into it (deep enough that I'm convinced I won't abandon the project!) I'll post more about it.
I very much enjoy writing, and crafting a piece of writing, but I don't do it nearly as often as I should. Not enough hours in the day for work and chess and writing and guitar and japanese and football and eating and sleeping. Much of my writing is roughly stream-of-consciousness-ish, what I might call pseudoautobiography, maybe a sort of fantastical magical visceral interpretation of the experience of living. (?) I'm sketching out parts and scenes of a novel right now. If I get a little deeper into it (deep enough that I'm convinced I won't abandon the project!) I'll post more about it.
How will we know, when the morning comes, we are still human? - 2D
Don't worry, my friend. If this be the end, then so shall it be.
Don't worry, my friend. If this be the end, then so shall it be.
