What do I write?
I write anything which is a reflection of my mind state at the time. Currently my mind is filled with Twilight, True Blood, Dexter, my jack being shot and the movie precious… all dark and morbid…
Why do I write?
Just as Michael Jackson considered his backup dancers to be extensions of his being, extensions of the man himself – not coming as individual beings but more an offering of their physicality towards being melted down to to become something else entirely – each individual being deconstructed just to be built back up to be molded to form a part of a new creative whole – just so my words are like tentacles – each word, each sentence, each thought coming and crawling in from different sources for my brain to mold and mash to become part of a new entity – a new creative whole.
I must write to live and I live to write.
