I just got home from Eddie's and should sleep, but a brief update. Today was the worst day in a very bad two weeks (the reason for my long hiatus.) And tomorrow will most assuredly be worse. Sorry for being dramatic and vague. The things I've been feeling have just been keeping things from progressing in the reading, writing, working department. I was surprised to find the bravery I had been looking for from an unexpected source. That sounds like a double negative, or redundant, but the source was unexpected and I was surprised, mostly because I had lacked what I needed for so long that I forgot what it was. I feel blood flowing through my heart again. I realize I'm not perfect, further from it now, just remember I was once virtuous.
On the way home I felt compelled to write a story mocking thinly veiled autobiographical fiction and "marry-sue" type stories like twilight. Or maybe I should just write a thinly veiled autobiographical story about wanting to write that.
I also felt the desire to be Canadian. I know I've given them a lot of shit and they've kinda been my arch-nemissis, but bands like The Weakerthans and other people make me think they are nicer.
To close I'd like to share my new writing philosophy. I think writing is not knowing how to say something, then writing it down anyway, because people who aren't writers just never write it down because they are never sure.
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