8/5/12 — Friday night. Well, mine. Thinking only of verse. But more so, in moment instant, enveloped in […]
creative practices
My Friday night, sipping an ’08 Cabernet. Not sure what to say. Today, many lines from visitors. Ready […]
Feel strange, for some reason. Opening day of olympics. But I’m more interested in the Dodgers-Giants game. Busy […]
Too many similarities between writings recent, and mikeslognoblog posts from 2 years ago. So, going deeper into current […]
It centers me, I guess. I have to write. I remember between classes at Foothill college, while it […]
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 […]