"Just nice to see them"....(above blink) Grand Rapids, Michigan. Now, back to the words...
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No, Not Really. (enjoy the fall)
I'm thirty one years old. Yeah. OK. The year is 2012. Yeah, and.. I'm Taking the time right now just to update myself (and readers ha!) on what I'm doing as far as writing right now. It is September 19th 2012, that's about one of the few things I think that I know for sure. Ha. No.… Continue reading No, Not Really. (enjoy the fall)
‘The Mad Storks’, Writing by Dead Writers, David Foster Wallace, #2
[It had started with Orin Incandenza, the cleaning. When relations were strained, or she was seized with anxiety at the seriousness and possible permanence of the thing in the back Bay's co-op, the getting high and cleaning became an important exercise, like creative visualization, a preview of the discipline and order with which she could survive alone if it came to that. She would get high and visualize herself… Continue reading ‘The Mad Storks’, Writing by Dead Writers, David Foster Wallace, #2
The Writer Writes, Alone. ( Some pictures of where I typed the past 12 months)
Part one,Ten pages of timeless red Notebook that could be recovered after a Storm
"Now I’m riding the underground trolley back in forth in the Atlanta airport. In the most densely populated airport in America I’m the only one around, well except for night-shift workers, but they’re not on the train. I can imagine the kick that the federal security is having watching me walk around this airport like… Continue reading Part one,Ten pages of timeless red Notebook that could be recovered after a Storm
Adventures In American Writing 