I was going to take the day off from writing, but I didn’t. A new episode of ‘Round Midnight on TCoA and a new Hot Tub on EJO stole my afternoon. I don’t know where that came from. More tangled words, thanks in part to Peter Gabriel, whose song wafted through my head like a… Read More Tangled words
I’m still on my travels, obsessing about ‘Round Midnight. I’m trying to keep it stylistically pure, but every time I need to give a lot of information, I revert. Today I reverted. Cassie is an introvert, but an ultra-extrovert on-stage. She meets Asami’s twin sister, who is also an introvert, and they are drawn to… Read More I don’t miss it
I’m just shooting my chapters off into the breeze. As I said before, nobody reads at this time of year, but this is the time I am most prolific. I go to bed each night thinking of ‘Round Midnight and wake up with a half-formed chapter. I write it, and then I rewrite it. It… Read More Sleepwalking
I’m writing too much at the wrong time of the year. Nobody reads a significant amount of WordPress during the holiday. Maybe this is the time to debut experimental (mental) work while nobody is watching. Slip in a few swear words; be subversive. I don’t enjoy Christmas music. Bah humbug. So much of it is… Read More On Christmas, and music
Is it time for me to bail on the WritersCafe? Firstly, nobody has reviewed any of the ‘Round Midnight episodes. To make matters worse, Norton keeps flagging up the site as malicious, not the site itself, but a link on it that if I pass over it, the Norton warning flies up. Why stay? It… Read More Not a Poet?
Thanks to that non-friend at the WritersCafe, I’ve been writing ‘Round Midnight, an experimental piece, a piece of rule-breaking, thumbing my nose at tradition. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. That began today’s installment. I looked it up, and discovered that most people think it is from Shakespeare, considering that I am using… Read More A Woman Scorned
<rant> A dick-and-a-half reviewed Alice in my dreams on the WritersCafe.org a couple of days ago. I’ve been watching him get trolled by someone who (like me) saw through his ego. All you do is tell, tell, tell, all the way through. Which is true, I admit, but that was my intention. A 26-year-old is… Read More I don’t know what I’m doing
It’s happened again. Someone read the title of one of my pieces and liked it. Then they read it and unliked it faster than a horse’s ass. So what is that phrase? Faster than a horse’s ass. Yes, I’ve heard that used. The correct phrase is “straight from the horse’s ass,” although a horse’s ass… Read More Unlike me
I hate grading papers. It shows just how much of a fraud I am. I root for them to do well, but I find every error, everything that doesn’t look right to me, and I have to find a way to quantify it. It’s the content that is important. Right? That, of course, is said… Read More Seduce me
I decided against haiku today and came up with The dripping wax. It’s a depressing little thing. While I was surfing I ran across this silly site that analyzes your writing style. I’ve been told that my writing reminds some people of James Joyce. Guess what: I write like James Joyce About James Joyce |… Read More Conflicted
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