I am in here.
That title sounds way too much like the title of an old sci-fi/mystery series. But that is indeed what I am turning into. I spend my daytime hours waiting for it to get dark in the afternoon so I can write properly. I am learning to sleep in late. Five thousand words to go. Theoretically, … Continue reading Night Writer
Just like Balzac, here I am right after midnight, still writing away. Of course, Balzac had his own pot of coffee to keep him awake until dawn. I do not. I suppose I could, but it doesn’t sound appealing. Also, he was a much better writer than me. The house is quiet, and only the … Continue reading In the middle of the night
Now I’m going to spend the rest of the night trying to figure out what Ginsberg would have made of this… Growl @ AMERICAN DIGEST I SAW the second-best minds of my not-so-Great Generation destroyed by Bush Derangement Syndrome, pasty, paunchy, tenured, unelectable, and not looking too sharp naked,…
Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath
white pebble 