FIRST... WHAT ARE WE TALKING BOUT HERE? It's got to change. No. It doesn't have to do anything I was told, and I'm going to make a mess of this blog for a while and write whenever I want. Once I get my first book done and the summer is over, When I'm moved and… Continue reading WANDERING AND WONDERING WITH PLASTIC KEYS (An Entry)
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Fireworks (Spontaneous Prose # 4)
Empty out your brain boy.... And the air from the fan and melt away never feel better, the day is light and another year older and you can smell the backspace to the slow decline of everything you want in life. There's nothing to it, the feel, the cars and the passing of the baseball… Continue reading Fireworks (Spontaneous Prose # 4)
‘Leaving the tree house, a short story?’ (An Entry In The Series…)
Wanderings of a writer in the digital age # negative Hemingway said something like: some of the books that came out during war were good. If they had any faults it was because they were written during war, and that, the best books come out after the war is over. (Robot Reading Experiment of these… Continue reading ‘Leaving the tree house, a short story?’ (An Entry In The Series…)
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I was afraid. Less than an hour later I woke up. I needed a candy bar or something. Doing this out of the love for what I was told to love I started writing, even though, life is so damn hard on me. Critical assholes that drive nice cars as I walk on by tell… Continue reading More of this
Adventures In American Writing 