In the wake of this so-called new movement of Alt Lit, creative prose as formulated and generated by the rise of social media through thoughtful and brief writings, I’ve traced my steps. I still don’t know what to make of this alt lit thingamajig, whether it’s because it undermines all the writing I’ve perfected in my growth as a writer throughout college etc. and/or. I haven’t been on my Tumblr game when it comes to Alt Lit from where it originated. More so the fact that, in looking through my Tumblr archives, I am pretty sure I’m well deserving of being credited as a pioneer.
So yes, I do like the idea of this being a “new” movement, particularly because it is relevant to how this generation relates to writing as a form in itself. How we express micro thoughts through meme captions and the punchlines are illustrated through GIFS. It’s always been on the prowl, and now it’s out in the open and we’re starting to realize that this is not just a reflection of how quickly we communicate to each other, but how concise we’ve become with our thought– and writing– process.
January 23, 2014,
I think I’m not meant to meet my heroes. I’m awkward as fuck.
December 31, 2013
Use the energy gained from sleep to go out and see more of the world.
Form opinions. Strong and positive ones from what I see of the world.
Build my writing platform.
Work on posture.
Write and finish a novel again.
Cut down washing my hands. They’re crackling more than ever.
October 19, 2013
One thing I can resolve about my weird work hours and this ridiculous strike is that I’m becoming a morning person again, at least.
November 30, 2012
the cold in the bay greets me as i find myself having Irish coffee to myself. personal essays to write, revise, and a coming Christmas to swoon over and write about once it’s all passed.
November 16, 2012
missing your sister when she’s in England. the country you fell in love with and always wanted to visit. now just jealous of the lucky bitch.
June 26, 2012
it’s getting warm again. sun is out. thank you for falling back into place, California.
June 13, 2012
the many low interesting points of today in San Francisco included getting hit on three little boys with Liza and when sand pummeled you into the ground with even more sand and it was wasn’t fun.
at least you got your cookie cutters, Liza.
June 11, 2012
summer night favorite thing to do is blast Airborne Toxic Event when it’s hot and the window’s open. i blast that lovely, gorgeous, motherfucker of a sound. especially if my neighbors don’t care for it. but i love it. i love how TATE reminds me of summers in California.
May 23, 2012
this music is just cheesy, funky, danceable— superb.
just fun. just how i want my summer to be going
March 13, 2012
FOUR HOURS OF SLEEP LAST NIGHT.
but life isn’t about sleeping. if i gave today in for more sleep, i wouldn’t have experience a fun-filled 8-hour time about the City. so no sleep. well— yes, sleep, but don’t live to sleep. whenever i am tired and dread the next day, i always remember how tomorrow will be wonderful and all the possibilities in this happening— i can always sleep, sleep when i’m dead.
January 30, 2012
(Sleep Part II)
why is sleep important? when you don’t sleep well you get drowsy later in the afternoon. drowsiness causes you to get off at the wrong bus stop two blocks early, and you land in the sketch part of Market Street.
January 19, 2012
warmth coming at you both ways.
January 4, 2012