Write! with Peter Hering

Well, more than just a thought. Actually, a few thoughts. The world won’t end. Not now, not even tomorrow. Now that is good news because it will give me a few more months to finally finish my novel. The novel I’ve been writing since I was four-and-a-half (that’s what it feels like). It’s changed its shape many times over the last few years; I even managed to throw it away not only once, but twice. It even survived the meltdown of my hard drive, which must mean something. Symbolically speaking, anyway.

I don’t know why, but this story just keeps spilling its guts into my lap; as if it’s damning me to finally finish it. The best part is sifting through those guts and deciding what can be used now or reheated and savored later. So, what makes me think I can finish it this time, 35-and-a-half years later?

Nothing. Just a hunch. You know, like being a prophet. Sometimes, you just have a hunch. Don’t you?

Keep the faith.

Moments of time are defined
by the elderly and the devine.
What a crime,
to steal it from the blind.
This time, I resign.

Writing is a tough business; I just spent 2.5 seconds deleting the over 7,500 words I wrote over the weekend.
Back to the drawing board on that chapter; maybe I should start drinking more.

There’s no such thing. I’m crestfallen; pretty close to deblogging. I thought all those e-mails I was getting from women named Andrea, Sandy, and Mandy were real. I thought they were real, like me. But they just wanted my money, of which I have none (no, not even for that). Here’s what they’d written:

Hi how are ya? I was surfing online and found your picture, I think your pretty hot..Add me to msn messenger to chat. I’ll be waiting!! My msn messenger ID is…

So, like, aside from their grammatical errors, what are they trying to tell me? These women don’t really think I’m hot? That would be quite depressing. I really hope it isn’t true.

Thank goodness I’d already committed my life to going sexless, otherwise I may have fallen for Andrea, Sandy, and Mandy — or maybe even Randy. Oh, dandy.

Keep the faith.

The media is not sensationalist,
you and me are.