Thursday, January 19, 2012

Why I De-Activated My Facebook Account and Covet a Freudian Couch

Last night at midnight I de-activated my Facebook account.

I had to. It was ruining my ability to write. 

These first two sentences are a perfect example of what I mean. I have literally started writing in status updates.

Which is fine for Shecky Green, or anyone who's life's ambition is to deliver one-liners in the Catskills.

However, at the age of 42 I still dream of being a poet when I grow up. 

Hopefully, as I ween myself from the habit of encapsulating of summing up an experience in 120 characters or less I'll regain the ability I once had to just keep writing until I felt what I wanted to say had been said. 

Today I started working on a project of combining my poems with Jenny Mathew's Tiny Drawings. This is the first one I finished. 

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  1. I am eager to see more of this project.

  2. Thanks, Ryan. I'm working on a poem with Batman in it tonight.

  3. Though I worry I'll now become more connected to Shecky Green than you... and that can't be good for a gal.

  4. Wikipedia reports, to my amazement, that Shecky Green is extant.


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