What now? And this is what I said... For some reason I Knew I was supposed to get out of the house today. I was looking for a nice old stove top coffee metal tin maker but didn't find that. Words done and feeling tired. The snow coming down and something was calling my name,… Continue reading New typing machines #8 (Remington Quiet-Riter)
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The Short Story Without (my) Words #2 ( More random B.S)
Day 8. Draft 8. And…The Lyre
(Cover Photo. John "Warwick" Smith (26 July 1749 – 22 Mar 1831) was a British watercolor landscape painter and illustrator) The novel is being re-written and the eighth draft is easier. It's still not done. It's not funny either. I...well so I have to keep moving or my back WILL tighten up. One more yard to go. Thirty… Continue reading Day 8. Draft 8. And…The Lyre
Random B.S
If you're going out to write on a park bench observing the savagery in Michigan, in November, in 60 degree weather, you would think it might be an alright decision for a couple hours. Nope. There's bouts to be some tornadoes, and I'm like where's the cheap brew and a good place to read man?… Continue reading Random B.S
Adventures In American Writing 