Writing Update of Sorts. (Not forming. Just thoughts as the occur) A real person who is also part writer is like a professional sports athlete, and not even taking the time to cook my soup I really don't have time to do what I'm doing right now. This book is consuming me and nobody really knows that. As I… Continue reading “Language is a virus from outer space.”William S.
Kid From Pikney (part 1) (Written three years ago)
Visions of Florida, 2011 Manuscript. Up on the old campus a cop drives by. I’m sitting on the steps looking at the neighborhood below. That’s where I used to live. He puts the car in reverse and rolls down his window. I walk up to him. “It’s alright to be up here, right?” I ask… Continue reading Kid From Pikney (part 1) (Written three years ago)
Adventures? Writing? Living? EDITING!
I Don't Know... Tap...and I suppose. I'm just typing. My book (day 126 or something of the editing process) is at a rather low point once again. Inspired but tired. Bored but who knows what else. Getting better than not. The same but more words grow like a plant. Days go by and the spring,… Continue reading Adventures? Writing? Living? EDITING!
Debauchery (Draft Pages, Part One)
Backpack and Dictionary I didn’t have much money. He did. Alcohol is the reason we became friends. Shots and pitchers and girls and, “whatever…” “Yeah, you only live once”, and both of us could handle our alcohol like professional sports athletes… but (like it usually does) along came a totally different (but related) kind of… Continue reading Debauchery (Draft Pages, Part One)
Adventures In American Writing 