Red Stag and Rebellion.

Sometimes I invision my life like that of Mort Rainey in Secret Window. A frustrated, psychopath writer.

I see myself chain smoking and drinking whiskey in a place where I hide all alone. Maybe fresh out of a divorce, or some unnecessary long-term relationship in the future.

I want to start setting apart a time, ever day, to write. I have enough Red Stag for that to last about two/three days/evenings.

Really though, whether it's the morning during my coffee, the afternoon during my lunch, or the evening during a drinking binge- I want to start writing again. Daily. And not just in a journal, or not just on my blog, but I want to write stories again.

Listening To:

Battle of Evermore- Led Zeppelin.

Dreams- Fleetwood Mac.

An Honest Mistake- The Bravery.

No One Would Riot For Less- Bright Eyes.

Triple Spiral- Bright Eyes.

Cough Syrup- Young The Giant.

Poppy- Zee Avi.

Death's Not Your Friend- Wooden Shjips.

Happy Accident- Vessels.