Well shit
I tried to get something that looks right using a blog, but I've just decided that the basics is going to suit me with this blog template. So I guess this is it. I like it -it fits.
The rain is back... I'm getting sick of the constant drizzle haze and fog spitting in your face as if it were some cobra destined to ruin your day. I would be able to deal with the weather a little a better if the rain would pour it's ass off for a few hours and be done with it -but this mist and fog and gray gloominess enveloping the sky -hiding the sun as if it where a kidnapper pulling a pillow case over your face kinda' screws with your senses. Blaaaa... And the rain is going to last all next week. I understand why there are more suicides in the winter -the winter sucks. I'm gonna move to Mexico. That's what I'm going to do. Live with amigos in drunken sunsets. I thank it would be cool. A little third world existence would do me good. Settle in some tiny straw shack with mud walls and a pretty olive skinned Mexican sweetie to keep me warm in the desert nights drinking sand and grit soaked beer all day to past the time, I'd write like Jack Kerouac... "The Mexican Blues" I'd call it. Sing to me sweet Spanish Serenade under skys where I can see the Milky Way dust of star flake souls that have been and are yet to be.
I'll just end up staying in this shit hold of a town dreaming about getting out and if I ever do get out... Well, I'm human -I'll hate that place too.
"American Promise" -the novel that I'm working on right now is turning out to be something interesting and a tad bit unusual. Don't get me wrong, I like how it's coming -would like to be coming along faster, thou you can't always get what you want -so I'll take it as it comes. Most of the problem with the story's speed is I'm trying a lot of new things I've not ever done before in a story on the -plot -character -dialog and such. I'll get it done. There's no doubt about that. Luckily, I don't have an agent and/or publisher screaming at me to hurry up and get it finished. I really feel for published writers. I write because I enjoy telling stories and writing. They write because they have to.
Well this is it, my little blog on the net. Mostly it will just be me talking about things that I do, read, see, and have done to me. No, I'm not going to tell you about that. I'll keep it a tad-bit less personal.
TTFN
zymosius
The rain is back... I'm getting sick of the constant drizzle haze and fog spitting in your face as if it were some cobra destined to ruin your day. I would be able to deal with the weather a little a better if the rain would pour it's ass off for a few hours and be done with it -but this mist and fog and gray gloominess enveloping the sky -hiding the sun as if it where a kidnapper pulling a pillow case over your face kinda' screws with your senses. Blaaaa... And the rain is going to last all next week. I understand why there are more suicides in the winter -the winter sucks. I'm gonna move to Mexico. That's what I'm going to do. Live with amigos in drunken sunsets. I thank it would be cool. A little third world existence would do me good. Settle in some tiny straw shack with mud walls and a pretty olive skinned Mexican sweetie to keep me warm in the desert nights drinking sand and grit soaked beer all day to past the time, I'd write like Jack Kerouac... "The Mexican Blues" I'd call it. Sing to me sweet Spanish Serenade under skys where I can see the Milky Way dust of star flake souls that have been and are yet to be.
I'll just end up staying in this shit hold of a town dreaming about getting out and if I ever do get out... Well, I'm human -I'll hate that place too.
"American Promise" -the novel that I'm working on right now is turning out to be something interesting and a tad bit unusual. Don't get me wrong, I like how it's coming -would like to be coming along faster, thou you can't always get what you want -so I'll take it as it comes. Most of the problem with the story's speed is I'm trying a lot of new things I've not ever done before in a story on the -plot -character -dialog and such. I'll get it done. There's no doubt about that. Luckily, I don't have an agent and/or publisher screaming at me to hurry up and get it finished. I really feel for published writers. I write because I enjoy telling stories and writing. They write because they have to.
Well this is it, my little blog on the net. Mostly it will just be me talking about things that I do, read, see, and have done to me. No, I'm not going to tell you about that. I'll keep it a tad-bit less personal.
TTFN
zymosius
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