VIII Labour is blossoming or dancing where The body is not bruised to pleasure soul. Nor beauty born out of its own despair, Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil. O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer, Are you the leaf, the blossom … Continue reading →
If that doesn’t totally fix everything: Continue reading →
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Not the real story but my story about writing down the story. In any case, having a chance to start the next part of the story means that I get to NOT write for a bit while waiting for NaNoWriMo to start on November first. Continue reading →
TEDxAlbany meets my family… Continue reading →
After picking up a supply of Arkansas Blacks, I spent a good bunch o’time trying to make an angry moment via words and adding about 1500 words altogether to the NaNoWriMo story. All in all a good day. Continue reading →
There are no days in life so memorable as those which vibrate to some stroke of the imagination.
