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 →
Meanwhile, the soft, lumpy package from the Office of Letters and Light remains sealed. Sealed, I tell you! Waiting for the moment… Continue reading →
that WRITER
that has written forty thousand words in twenty-two days. Continue reading →
And in the bean, I mean, WORD counting department, things are going along pretty well. As I explained to my write-in group tonight, when asked how it was going, I said ‘Good. I have gotten to the part of the … Continue reading →
No one would remember the Good Samaritan if he only had good intentions. He had money as well.
