off to camp

I'm going camping tomorrow. I'm packing the puppies and a boy and we're driving two hours away to eleven acres of green complete with tiny electricity-less shack. My book has been talking a lot to my brain lately. I recently reformed a few chapters and finally started to compile an ending. I'm looking forward to having the last week of June off to string more pieces together with shades of description and a new face here or there. Yesterday I...

change this. fix that.

The blah-g is mess-ville love tribe. Our loyal cult affiliates likely noticed the new template. I've used this one before, it seems like a reasonable band-aid. I've done about 1,100 posts. The terms "category" and "tag" are very loose in these parts. Last night I was looking at various pretty blogs. While I like how mine has the appearance of an old scrapbook, covered in coffee stains with favorite pages dog-eared - I need... I don't know....

midnight extension of misery

So I returned to New York City today after a weekend of writing in the country. I was greeted by cult members who painted my afternoon with things like triple olive, dirty vodka martinis and cigars on my balcony. Consequently, I napped around 6pm... that happened. Viva public holidays! Never the less, I awoke at midnight, wandered Peanut around 9th avenue, bought a cherry coke and came back to my apartment with one major thought: Graveyard...

chapter from a children’s book

Sometimes I write those too... well, I did while I was in Australia. Maybe again down the line. Chapter One from I'm going where it snows. A story about a little boy in a hot Aussie climate who just wants some relief from the sweltering heat. Mum and Dad refuse to buy an air-conditioner. “Billy,” my Dad begins while I watch his bushy, blonde moustache wiggle back and forth. It’s too hot to move, and the sweat dripping down my body has me...
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