The implications of going crazy are terrifying, but probably not for the reasons one might think. The thing I find more disturbing than anything– worse than the madness itself, worse than the stay in the hospital– is the sudden and thorough loss of freedom. It had never hit me how fragile an idea freedom is. more »
It’s not painful for me to think about what happened happened to me. Starting from the day after Crazy Night, I’ve gnawed furiously on what happened to me. Some people would say I shouldn’t pick those scabs, or at least not so soon, but I don’t tend to form scabs as readily as most people. more »
I see you in the sunlight laughing behind the leaves casting everything golden. I see you in the color of the sky in the early October morning; pale, crisp, bespeaking wind and distant storms above blazing trees. I hear you in the river and the laughter of strangers. My eyes search the crowd but never more »
New photos added to my portfolio, including a teaser of my CRRL-Con costume. Come see me in full costume for a live art demo May 14, 1:00-4:00.
Back in February, I went crazy. Mad, bonkers, off my rocker. I guess I shouldn’t have been so surprised. It seems like all writers are crazy in one way or another. How else would we be able to bridge the gap between mundane life and the vast expanse of the artful imagination? You can’t be more »