A thousand years ago, when I was in high school, I took a songwriting course at Carnegie Hall. I wrote a love song that, in retrospect is painfully cliched. In college, I had a friend with a guitar, and we wrote some love songs that were not completely terrible. I can still sing parts of them– the cassette tapes we recorded are around h [...]
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I write
I’m a writer. I turn my thoughts into other people’s thoughts, my feelings into other people’s feelings. I write about things I hope will and will not happen to me. About things that have happened, or didn’t. Mix the right things together and fiction comes out, the characters live, I write down what happens next and make it read pretty.
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I don’t lie but my imaginary friend d...
The other night Ted was jabbering on and on about some ridiculously unlikely experience he was claiming to have had. And then and then and then. Finally I looked up from the computer long enough to say “Those are all lies. Just bunny-flavored lies!” He didn’t deny it.
Ted tells stories. Makes them up on the spot. I think he has the same role [...]
