Ah, the self-referential sentences actually comes out of philosophy and, I suppose, mathematics more than writing…it’s far too weird to just be a writing thing. I love self-referential things. Since I view everything as an interconnected system, most things are, in fact, self-referential. (This was kind of a bear when I was writing my undergraduate thesis which was about knowledge and unexamined assumptions, since before I could write a word I had to lay out all of my own assumptions that might be in play for the writing of the the thesis, itself…)

I’m crazy. I know.

I don’t know how much of a writer I am. It’s the best shorthand I can come up with to explain that I have ideas, and, short of staying up all night with someone, it’s probably the best way to get them out of my head…but…writer? Eh. We’ll see what happens.

From the time I was a kid I’ve thought of myself as a time traveler who got stuck in the wrong part of time. I never seem to fit quite right with the folks I’m around, or the ones I’m supposed to fit in with.

And also, I know he’s gone out of fashion but I gotta say: I kinda love Freud. I love all those weird thinkers who were just trying to figure shit out and did it the best way they could at the time. That’s fricken brave. If I can write one thing that communicates something like that? Even if I’m disproven and hated a hundred years later? I’ll gladly return to my time or planet or whatever.