Who's there? Nobody. Just my thoughts. WAKE UP. Ok, I'm up. Stretch, some toast and oats and milk, and standing, writing, and WAKE UP. I'm up. What time is it? It's right now. What's the score? Huh? How do you feel? My back hurts from so many days sitting down. Alive? Yes, I guess. … Continue reading He’s dead. (I think)
Tag: literature
Just Part of my Adventure: Desperation
Desperation has been said to be the fuel for the poet. Words, and in the end, everything that I say will have been said before. Fiction, I need to get back to my fiction, but the world these days doesn't allow me time to write and just love, I miss love. Desperation, and I try to… Continue reading Just Part of my Adventure: Desperation
Starting to form some kind of journalistic itinerary
Starting to form some kind of journalistic itinerary.
Written thoughts by dead writers, Albert Camus
I've never met my literary mentor. He died many years before I stumbled upon his book, The Stranger (or I believe The Outsider is a better translation). I read this book (and then everything he ever printed) in my senior criminology course. And it's not a stretch to say that if I wasn't assigned that book, well then I probably (for better… Continue reading Written thoughts by dead writers, Albert Camus
So you want to be a writer, Writing Thoughts by Dead writers, Charles Bukowski , #3(Words and audio)
(Slightly different format) if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it. if you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or hunched over your typewriter… Continue reading So you want to be a writer, Writing Thoughts by Dead writers, Charles Bukowski , #3(Words and audio)
Adventures In American Writing 