... good ol Sal if he was born today his story of America and Dean couldn’t be told. No endless sentences without break, and no spontaneous creation nor no beat in Detroit, with no food and sleeping in the library reading about the woods and the Oregon trail. There’s be no highway and no popping bennies or sleepless nights in Denver. Be no Brooklyn bridge and no close calls with cops. There’d be no Marylou and no dying in Mexico City. There’d be no protagonist and there’d be no writer, at least the same kind of writer that actually happened.
(Taken from an unfinished manuscript of a new poetic prose collection I'm working on (out soon, end of this month or early October) called, Pickpocket of Reality) (not) A Sheltered Life Under the library in new york city Waiting for the storm to last a while longer Wanted to be there, not in times square… Continue reading September Draft Pages (2019)
Went to New York for the bookexpo. Four days all about books hanging with editors, and writers, and found one of mine on the shelf. Nice... Final thoughts about trip... The trip was cool and insightful. Tons of free books and talking to individuals who are collectively pretty unsure exactly what we’re doing here. Where’s… Continue reading Writing/Book adventure: New York City
As already said: I wrote the first draft of my new novel all on the typewriter (NOTE: a couple chapters were composed using the Hanx typewriter simulator app, which if I did a review I'd give an A(+) for it's digital but non invasive word processing) But the novel, it’s a mess. Over three hundred… Continue reading Day 157 (writing a novel #5)