Monthly Archives: July 2015

Sitting around, getting high.

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I often find my thoughts spiraling into weird and, quite frankly, morbid territory when I’m high.

Yes, you read that right. It is 2015. I smoke copious amounts of weed. I’m a little buzzed right now in fact.

Prior to taking up the habit, I allowed my own homegrown imagination to guide me through my stories. I started the current novel I’m slogging through without the slightest hint of cannabis. Since I’ve taken up what many call the “holy herb,” I’ve found that my stories take on really weird proportions.

I used to call “bullshit” on claims from friends about the creative powers weed unlocks. But it was only because I could not conceive that a plant could affect the brain in such a way

I was obviously wrong.

I believe in two things; 1, it is possible to keep productive and be a stoner and 2, while not necessary to be a successful writer, the shit doesn’t hurt either.

Any way, that’s it. No really, that’s it. See ya.

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Writing prompts # 2

You’re wandering a desert of dreams. As you traverse the desert’s numerous dunes and valleys, you see large floating mirrors with solid gold sculpted frames. One mirror for each year of your life. What do you see when you gaze into them?

And go!

RONIN STAND UP!!

P. S. Sorry it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything. Went through a bout of depression, but I’m good now.