post modern wednesday. or is it my thursday? my week’s middle, where many begin end. or is it […]
artistry
Too many similarities between writings recent, and mikeslognoblog posts from 2 years ago. So, going deeper into current […]
At winery, all characters. Wine Store owner from OH. Screenwriter from NYC. And, me. I’m noticing my wine […]
Still tired from yesterday. And today, was in wine club room. Nothing too frenzied, though. Do have notes […]
Writing with Jack at side. About to start sipping home-brewed coffee. Should be pretty strong, as the scoops […]
the Texas man, John said, exited to up the order of shipped ’08 Syrah. These two days off, […]
Not after a certain word amount, quite scatted, I’m blurbing the dirt about. Rush to the furthest lurk […]
another day, quite hot; think i may write not; distractions, empty interactions; mind mapped in fractions. attack kerouac […]
Up this morning, more than at peace with my decision to FINALLY kill the other blog. A full […]
4:12pm. Starbucks, 12 & Farmers. Not sure what I’m hoping to get from this offsite sitting, but I’m […]