something different

(written february 2008, experiment failed)
so i am going to try an experiment. and most likely it will fail, but i'm going to go for it anyway. i enjoy writing, correction--i enjoy good writing. i love to write, but i really haven't developed the art. so i have decided to attempt that here. feel free to criticize or compliment, but don't feel obligated. most of this will probably be narcissistic dribble, but you got to start somewhere. basically i just want to try to develop detail and story with hopes that it will not only make me a better writer, but help me to think about the small things and illustrate them. i will attempt to write a couple of times a week. today it'll be pretty short, but prepare thyselves for tomes of articulation.

today was a day of discord. everything joyous seemed to be complimented by something unpalatable. i woke to the frosty seattle fog, so thick that you could only see about a quarter mile. the city was quiet and somber with it's morning veil