There are two types of people in this world: Gypsy and Gadge. Which one am I? Neither. I'm a writer.

Not bad for gadge.

I didn't get to be this smart by not being stupid

Nothing is good. And so, I want nothing.

Only in my dreams are things exactly as they seem.

At 4 a.m. i awaken to a whispered gentle plea: paragraphs begging so beautifully: write me, write me, write me.

So worried was I that people would see through the painting into my soul - and guess at secret Alison stuff - that I scraped the paint off the canvas. It was too risky to expose what everyone hides...And yet isn't that the job of the artist? Next step is to take the risk - to work more deeply. To expose that which cannot be expressed any other way. That is art. Scary and exciting.

Writing without words? Its not easy, I tell you! I stab the pen into my heart and let the blood flow. No more ink, no more words, no more b.s. Just me.

Interlude with sunshine. Hello monday mein lazy freund.