Instead of writing fiction recently, I've been writing fragments like this one. What do you think? I mean, regardless of if it's crap or not, I'm enjoying taking a break from writing coherent, structured stories.


I want to write the fiction equivalent of an Air song.

I want it to be dedicated to you, and I want you to love it.

I want to forget about audience and salability.

And I want to forget all of the stuff I’ve ever read and ever will read; I want this to be new and for you.


But I have to buy a bigger bookcase, you know. Because of all the lit classes I’ve taken. I’m the nerd that doesn’t sale back my books at the end of the semester.

Anecdotes only go so far before they’re not poignant anymore, so maybe I’ll stop and construct a paragraph.



Nah.


It’s not about what I say, but how I say it, eh?

Well son of a bitch, there’s nothing new to say, so there’s no use in saying it.