B O N D P H O N E.
Words and pictures by Chris Lamb.

It isn't work without these days; without ever sitting in front of a blank screen, just staring when you could be sleeping, there would be nothing to make you appreciate when the words do come. If there was never any frustration, if dodging cliche was as easy as setting your fingers to the the keys, every one would do it. If it was as easy as all that, you'd never bother trying to do it at all.

Another one for the Why Am I Such A Fucking Moron category, I realized a few days ago that (a), I haven't written anything to be published since the Gizmodo fiasco, and (b), I haven't really written anything at all since then. And when you throw in the panic attacks that marked the first few weeks of working at Pop because I was convinced I would be fired at any moment, I think the Gizmodo stuff might be something to get over now. I miss writing, I miss publishing, I miss my hands when they didn't go stiff and cold over a keyboard. Getting all that back is less about coming to terms with a nightmarish working experience and the fickle will of a living god complex with jet-lag and more about doing the work. It's writing, after all: It isn't easy, it's rarely natural, and sometimes the words don't come at all. Or put another way: it's work, and it's time to get to it.

posted by chris  # 8:31 AM