| I vaguely remember leaving this site because someone got pissed off about a critical review I gave that I put a lot of time and effort into. They just threw it back in my face like they hadn't been asking for reviews. I foolishly assumed that people posting on this site are looking for reviews, and would in fact be ecstatic that someone took notice of their writing. I deleted the review, sent the person the points that were auto-rewarded for it, sent an extremely mature, and polite email apologizing for trying to help, and blocked them from sending me messages. Even so, it was such a negative experience that I didn't want to come back. It's been so long that I shouldn't even feel angry about this anymore. |
| A tree falls in a forest... I've been thinking a lot lately about silent screaming. There's something incredibly sad about having to smother the agony. It makes the heroes in books tragic. They don't break under torture because their minds, if not their bodies, are superhuman. The silent scream says, "I can bear this at least one moment more." Let's do something crazy and beautiful. Let your writing be a silent scream, a tree falling in a forest, and WE will be around to hear it. Let's Escape. |
| I recently performed in my first jazz improv. It was the first time that I have been able to completely lose myself in music. I don't remember anything between the first and last notes of my solo. I just remember my friends on the back row standing and clapping for me when I finished. I also remember that they all refused to join me on stage to play, even though they had promised to come with me. >:O |