You know what I mean. I’ve lived my life rudderless for so long; it feels weird to think of defining my life outside or beyond recovery. But, I need to. Seriously, I’ll pray on it this 1st day. Somehow, it DOES help. “But, what I really want to do is direct." I keep getting pulled toward film as a story-telling medium to explore. Although unknown to me, this story-telling gambit is not without its own, distinctive allure. Chief among them, its collaborative nature. I’m still, always, so fucking lonely.
a blog that is also meant to serve as a recovery journal, for this gay, Quaker, writer dealing with t.b.i., from surviving a hate crime in Sligo, Ireland, on 1.31.99.