There was a tabby cat, see. This tabby cat was orange and preferred going about its days with its anus as clean as a whistle.
A handful of adults ranging through early adulthood and up through their mid-twenties and into the shallows of their thirties stood hovered atop a coffee pot. The coffee pot, see, was not cooperating. Malcolm said, “I can run to 7/11.” And then Malcolm received five certain “Nos”, his focus then returning to the recently produced […]
The truth was…well, nobody really knew, but everybody had their fair share of assumptions. This, as Malcolm told me, was why the world was as crazy as it was.
So I’m sitting’ here all beerly and such, glad I took the day to take the day to sit with my daughter–we threw bunched socks across the living room into a laundry basket, a real banger, I say. We had spaghetti for lunch and ate a lot of it–all of it, really. It’s heaven, being […]
I will now ramble on about entirely unrelated things because I’d prefer if the punchline, the subject of this post kept hidden somewhere behind what little blurb is teased, because I know the blurb will be there, and I want you to click this post because what’s the purpose of blogging when no one reads […]
This is unfortunately, a blog. Blogs are boring and go mostly unread when it comes to folks like me, an author in his early stages, querying a couple books and dreaming much more than he should. But what are we to do–we early authors chasing dreams? Not blog at all and keep hidden behind our […]
Disclaimer: I wrote this post soon after I made this blog which has hardly been touched because I have no clue what to blog about–I’m getting there, though. If you read what follows, note that I wrote this at a gloomy time in my life, fresh out of a dark place. Only reason it’s still […]