an existentialist kid trapped in an adult's body
While surrounded by a sea of green and cheap Irish regalia, I managed to have a somewhat meaningful chat with a friend. He pointed out the merits of my writing and gave me some feedback for the future. This one thing he said, lingers on my mind. The notion of framing my narrative, better. And... Continue Reading →
From the beginning of time, writers have whinged and moaned over a peculiar condition that hinders their efforts. A pest of the mind that either clouds your clarity or dissipates your creative clouds. Invisible and debilitating; a common disease still yet uncured. You guessed it, the old 'writer's block'. Not unlike the common cold, it... Continue Reading →
headstrong for so long the plan was a given, even executioners can attest to the odd hesitation, reckons herself a James Bond of sorts, but fiction she is not. Curious George away from the book, heard a sound that would entice, a mind so fancy free, no thoughts of vice. drops of deep sugar bohemian,... Continue Reading →
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