My Life: The Soundtrack

Words to live by.

Tue, 15 May 2012 21:26:42 -0400

Words to live by.

Beautiful.

Tue, 15 May 2012 21:25:24 -0400

Beautiful.

This

Sat, 14 Apr 2012 20:21:47 -0400

This

Yea-a-aAah!

Sat, 14 Apr 2012 20:17:30 -0400

Yea-a-aAah!

View from my bedroom window…..I couldn’t sleep and...

Sat, 07 Apr 2012 01:40:15 -0400

View from my bedroom window…..I couldn’t sleep and this is what I saw when I opened my eyes.

Eating an elephant

Thu, 05 Apr 2012 22:40:36 -0400

I really feel excited about my progress. Though I haven’t written everyday this week, my mind has remained on this manuscript: waking up my characters, connecting dots that I hadn’t been able to connect before, & sorting it all out. I’ve even started to dream about it again! This is always a great positive in my creative process and even though you can never accurately capture what goes on in the vivid confines of your mind, I am able to take the few gems that I have retained abs run with them.

krawrs: Too true! This is so my dog.

Thu, 05 Apr 2012 22:22:47 -0400

krawrs:

Too true!

This is so my dog.

krawrs: Sad but true Absolutely!

Thu, 05 Apr 2012 22:21:41 -0400

krawrs:

Sad but true

Absolutely!

Love!

Thu, 05 Apr 2012 22:20:56 -0400

Love!

krawrs: I’ve been conditioned to believe I’m a worse person...

Thu, 29 Mar 2012 21:47:03 -0400

krawrs:

I’ve been conditioned to believe I’m a worse person than I actually am. Sometimes I wonder, which is truth? The me I think I am? The me you think I am? The me I want to be?

krawrs: Woah!

Thu, 29 Mar 2012 21:45:54 -0400

krawrs:

Woah!

No fairytale

Sun, 25 Mar 2012 21:47:17 -0400

Too tall, sticks, little “”, Adelaide’s boy, Kenny’s nephew. Out of all of the names he’d been called over the years, King was the one that stuck. There was nothing particularly regal about his upbringing—he lived in a three bedroom framed house on the West side of Chicago with his grandparents and uncle—or his life— the only child to a n’er-do-well father doing a stretch In Stateville for robbery, and an absentee mother he hadn’t seen since before he could form a memory— but the name stuck nonetheless.

The proper way to tell a story

Sat, 24 Mar 2012 22:46:06 -0400

So, I see a story everywhere. In my head, in fragments of overheard conversations, in the string of thoughts that come together when listening to a song too many times. The problem is that I don’t know how to deliver the story that my mind keeps fighting to get out there.

krawrs: :p This is the story of my life in the land of...

Sat, 24 Mar 2012 22:14:48 -0400

krawrs:

:p

This is the story of my life in the land of tot’s & two year old’s.

krawrs: Sometimes? Or… all the time! I don’t eavesdrop on...

Sat, 24 Mar 2012 22:12:43 -0400

krawrs:

Sometimes? Or… all the time! I don’t eavesdrop on purpose… it just happens! I think other people’s lives are interesting. I think its the writer in me. I don’t judge, I just … imagine the situation, and the people in their lives, that led to that conversation.

All the time. I love it. If I don’t receive stranger conversation that is A.) gratifying enough B.) detailed enough. I’ll just make the shit up and move on.

krawrs: I’m trying to hold it together…. I think I’m doing an...

Sat, 24 Mar 2012 22:07:52 -0400

krawrs:

I’m trying to hold it together…. I think I’m doing an ok job of it.

krawrs: I feel like this is me :( This is so me. This can be...

Sat, 24 Mar 2012 21:58:04 -0400

krawrs:

I feel like this is me :(

This is so me. This can be so us!

Duh.

Sat, 24 Mar 2012 21:50:52 -0400

Duh.

krawrs: Yessssssss

Sat, 24 Mar 2012 21:49:58 -0400

krawrs:

Yessssssss

Photo

Sat, 24 Mar 2012 21:48:43 -0400