Scribble.

I'm not a writer and don't have any plans to be, writer here signifying someone who spends the majority of their day writing and gets paid (hopefully well enough to survive) for that writing. I like doing the creative thing - I'm taking the next as-long-as-humanly-possible to be a musician, and I enjoy writing. The idea of sitting down and bashing out stories isn't something that I think I could do in the same way that I could sit down and work on music. I don't know that I've got that many stories in me to begin with.

All that aside, I'm writing. I'm writing here, I'm putting down lyrics. If a turn of phrase tickles me, I jot it down. I'm hoarding linguistic twists now, and I've gone analog with a lot of it.

I wandered into what used to be called a five and dime and is now a 'cheap probably poisonous shit from China emporium' and grabbed a few memo pads, the little fuckers with the spiral on the top, fifty small pages. Started keeping it on my desk next to me at work, in my pocket when I'm wandering around. I put it on the edge of my desk next to my bed to jot down stray thoughts as I'm trying hard to sleep and failing.

You know something? It's working. Bastards were right.