As of late, that wicked beast, insomnia, has kept me from my dreams. (Or is it drawing me nearer to my dreams?) Nonetheless, years ago I felt that implicit need to create and I feel that same insatiable drive now. My creativity had waned for years, my energies having been spent up on other fruitful endeavors, I finally feel that now is the time to share, while my creativity is again waxing.

During the duration of several years, I have begun to fill the pages of a large notebook. The notebook was made in China and purchased in Las Vegas. Its contents, however, are entirely mine, organically grown, raised, and fed on anger, beauty, life, and culture.

My notebook contents include: several t-shirt ideas, nearly 3 entire novels or notes for novels (I will post about the first novel at a later date), jewelry concepts, and lots of sketches and blurbs about art pieces.

Most of the content of this blog will be from or about the content of my handy-dandy notebook.

WHAT MANIFESTED THIS?

WHAT I AM LISTENING TO: the clash, talking heads, sex pistols

WHAT I AM READING: the corrections by j. franzen, bukowski

WHO IS INSPIRING ME: sylvia plath, francis bacon