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.
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 […]