After a shitty cup of coffee, I looked into porn for inspiration. Because that's what we do with porn. We inspire ourselves.
Anyway, not that this is only coming to my attention now, but I feel the need to whine and shit. For the passed several weeks, I have been getting into intros of new shorts. I mean really getting into it. And they all sound promising and quite lovely but I never get passed the intros. I now have a handful of stories that I began and abandoned (momentarily, maybe). I always think, 'Yes, this is the one. THIS. IS. THE ONE.' And I write away, getting clever and creative but never quite brilliant enough. I'm onto my god-knowstieth story when the thought of my inability to execute and finish a story really bummed me out. Very rarely could I come out of my hole alive and successful. Sad. Sad fucker. It's like someone making a good first impression only to realize that after getting to know that someone, they're a sick sack of fucked up. Disappointing and unsatisfying. Maybe that's thinking too highly of my shit.
Whatever. I could always just go and inspire myself.
