Now. Why I write what I write. Redefenitions.
1. The cut-off date
Tag: word
Old stuff
I just found a slightly older journal of mine, stuck, literally, to the bottom shelf of my nightstand here. It was leather — still is — just a bit scarred at the moment. I seem to go through lots of journals; it’s not that I write fast, but more that I switch journal books mid-stream. … Continue reading Old stuff
Out West: the bronzes
Since Frederic Remington saw fit to cast bronzes, my father saw it as a responsibility, of a sort, to have a couple of them around. One of them used to stand on the square oak table in the barroom where I did all of my homework until I was in high school. The figure, a … Continue reading Out West: the bronzes
To contest, or not to contest
I am thinking about quitting NaNoWriMo. This morning, I woke up with sore hands. I’m afraid that too much typing (which is what I would have to do if I were to catch up on my word count) would push me over the edge into carpal tunnel syndrome. This, I very much do not want. … Continue reading To contest, or not to contest
white pebble 