Rain, arrival jazzy. It tells me to keep writing. Not to fret the release of that chapbook. Just […]
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Just as Hemingway wrote 500+ words per day, I’ll sprint for the same over the next 34 minutes. […]
On mind: how I wish I had more time to write. SO, I’ll do what Martin Eden did. […]
Back in session. Already two poems for today. In a minute, typing them. Need them released, soon. Money: […]
No wonder I don’t publish traditionally. I don’t want to be “traditional” at all. I’m not asking for […]
Collecting mySelf, written scatter, while little Jack collects himSelf in front of me. Is he dreaming? Hard to […]
Saturday. Slouching. Beyond tired, but I went to work. Excited to be in the presence of wine’s world. […]
Starting off slow, but progressing forwardly. At home, sipping Ginger Ale, waiting for my glimmer’s rail. On the […]
masterBOOK1 As soon as I walked into the office this morning, and I arrived earlier than I ever […]
Just wanted to say I think it’s a good idea not to print anymore for this “novel”. Or, […]