Alone. For days. On Lake Michigan
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Writing Itinerary. Official Update of sorts.
So I said that I was going to have a book called Fragmented Prose done by the 30th of October. Nope. It's not going to be done. I'm not placing it on the back burner like I did my novels, which I had to, because it took almost three years to write those and I needed a good six… Continue reading Writing Itinerary. Official Update of sorts.
, Looking Glass #4
(6 more pictures after words) When you can't sleep you dream and get your rest with your eyes open. You read about huck finn and talk in circles about the upcoming revolution that you'll not be in charge of, nor want to even consider taking up arms in. When you can't sleep you qualify your… Continue reading , Looking Glass #4
Nobody ever tells you how it should go…
A paragraph dictated directly from the chaos of my own thoughts: Regret, this is an aspect of art. Something that makes you human. The act of Burning Bridges is (a) sadly absurd but important sword to wield this day and age, and I'm sorry, but it's true: With their pop psychology and passe' metaphysics, burn the posers… Continue reading Nobody ever tells you how it should go…
Looking Glass
Where did the water go...
Adventures In American Writing 