None of this makes any sense. Practice writing.
Getting older is weird, doing this with these fingers, just strange, and it doesn't feel like I should be here, and I am, I'm here, just practicing on Christmas and alone, been alone, night, so long, days and black cat followed me to the store tonight but I couldn't bring him anywhere. He wanted to go, nice kitty stay… Continue reading None of this makes any sense. Practice writing.
Happy Holidays, from Adventures in American Writing
Real Books for Robots. Santa Claus isn't real. After that cynical comment I walked to the door, and ha, got a box of book store quality versions of Sleep Walking Under the Moon Soul of Lake Michigan in today, spent all my money on getting these books made. Seeing them in real life I'm kinda… Continue reading Happy Holidays, from Adventures in American Writing
A Spontaneous Broken Finger
File under: Notes to Future Old Man and Writing Wound Record. First, before the broken bone, here's some words that I was given when I was writing the book pictured to the right of us. I always laugh when I read them, and so during this holiday season, I pass on some inspiration to keep on reading… Continue reading A Spontaneous Broken Finger
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