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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‘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…)
It’s snowing in Russia: Brief thoughts on the absurd digital noise that is the Snowden debauchery.
The internet frenzy and constant chatter concerning this world-wide American manhunt is insane. I’m not going to write any poetics here. I’m going to try to figure out shortly why I feel like this. Nothing really appalling has happened but still the media would show this being on the same level as the Rosenberg episode.… Continue reading It’s snowing in Russia: Brief thoughts on the absurd digital noise that is the Snowden debauchery.
Cock-a-doodle-doo (June Draft draft Page 2 of 2 without breaks)
We arrived here the other day. Being the first one up I’m talking to Billy the cow. He doesn’t say much but he’s good at listening. Billy’s a slow chewer, and maybe he's only a cow, but he’s a good cow. I’m going to miss you I said. Billy didn’t care. He walked away and… Continue reading Cock-a-doodle-doo (June Draft draft Page 2 of 2 without breaks)
The rock back there
Rain. Before the sun. Before the story. Forming memories. Before the editing, before the day, before the train and alone with the sound of the rain. The windows are open. Quarter to five in the morning. Well rested. The summer. One of the best times to write... In a strange way my favorite part of… Continue reading The rock back there
Adventures In American Writing 