The end is coming. Luckily it’s at the point of a beginning for the characters but it’s been a big pile o’words to get here. Today, the daughter of a co-worker came in and interviewed me about writing. I felt … Continue reading →
He studies a single blade of grass. But this blade of grass leads him to draw every plant and then the seasons, the wide aspects of the countryside, then animals, then the human figure. So he passes his life, and life is too short to do the whole. — Vincent van Gogh Continue reading →
After reading yesterday about pal Sandy’s close encounter with a truck, I am particularly thankful for the hay truck who took the corner at 66 and rte 13 too shallow and too fast giving me moments of waiting for my … Continue reading →
Meanwhile, the soft, lumpy package from the Office of Letters and Light remains sealed. Sealed, I tell you! Waiting for the moment… Continue reading →
Don’t live down to expectations. Go out there and do something remarkable.
