Thinking positive about one’s self, is a good thing.
nobody ever said that writing comes easy
Her radiant smile, says it all.
bloggers blogging poets posting writers writing
have no idea what to write
The half-whacked preacher, is speaking the unspeakable of a lewd and lascivious nature.
I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness. ~ Franz Kafka
Caught stealing his neighbor’s newspaper, he declared depraved indifference.
“If there’s a book that you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.” ~ Toni Morrison, 88 y/o – Author, Nobel Laureate
Easy reading is damn hard writing. But if it’s right, It’s easy. It’s the other way around, too. If it’s slovenly written, then it’s hard to read. It doesn’t give the reader what the careful writer can give the reader. ~ Maya Angelou
Pedestrians ignoring the street corner preacher.
Mr Positive debates Mr Negative. Egos clash. Neither comes out a winner. Both egos deflated.
Trekking with the numerous lost souls. The journey continues on.
“Read, read, read. Read everything — trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You’ll absorb it. Then write. If it’s good, you’ll find out. If it’s not, throw it out of the window.” ~ William Faulkner, Born:Continue reading “Read Everything ~ William Faulkner”
Traveling the infinite highway to freedom.
people on the stoops watching the passersby hydrants open spraying cool water on the neighborhood kids ice cream truck has arrived people lining up to buy and enjoy an ice cream or something cold to drink to hot cook inside so pizza and sandwiches are the meals for the hungry the ones without a/c sufferContinue reading “The City”
All ye caffeine junkies, drink up, and get wired.
Chasing the American dream. Its elusive.
Conversing with unicorns and glow worms.
During his morning stroll, the elderly man is curious, as to how many bricks did they use in making the one block long sidewalk. Maybe one day, he will find the answer, by the tedious task of counting the red rectangular blocks of clay.
Watching a mysterious mystery which in turn is a total mystery to figure out as its a complete and ultimate mystery to seek answers to the mystery of all mysteries
Write using the right words and then it will look and read right.
No coffee, her day is doomed.
writing a post even a so-called simple one is not as easy as it seems
Flailing about. Yelling loudly. Hot tempered.
“Always read with a pen in your hands, not beside you on the table, but actually in your hand, ready, armed … Put a question mark by everything you find suspect. Underline anything you really appreciate. Feel free to write ‘splendid,’ but also, ‘I don’t believe a word of it.’ And even ‘bullshit.’” ~ TimContinue reading “Always read with a pen in your hands,… ~ Tim Parks”
“Why don’t you write books people can read?” – Nora Joyce to her husband James (1882-1941)
Carolyn Janice Cherry Pen Name: C. J. Cherryr, American writer of speculative fiction.
Stephen Sondheim, Composer, Born: March 22, 1930
Friedrich Schlegel, German Poet – 1772-1829 (age 56)
Horace, Ancient Roman Poet
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“I think a writer’s job is to provoke questions. I like to think that if someone’s read a book of mine, they’ve had – I don’t know what – the literary equivalent of a shower. Something that would start them thinking in a slightly different way perhaps. That’s what I think writers are for. ThisContinue reading “I Think A Writer’s Job Is To Provoke Questions. ~ Doris Lessing Quote”
“The mind of a writer can be a truly terrifying thing. Isolated, neurotic, caffeine-addled, crippled by procrastination, consumed by feelings of panic, self-loathing, and soul-crushing inadequacy. And that’s on a good day.” ~ Robert De Niro
“I spent my entire youth writing slowly with revisions and endless rehashing speculation and deleting and got so I was writing one sentence a day and the sentence had no FEELING. Goddamn it, FEELING is what I like in art, not CRAFTINESS and the hiding of feelings.” ~ Jack Kerouac
He’s known as the ‘why’ man, for he is always asking the why of everything.
A head filled with scatterbrain ideas.
Easy reading is damn hard writing. But if it’s right, it’s easy. It’s the other way around, too. If it’s slovenly written, then it’s hard to read. It doesn’t give the reader what the careful writer can give the reader. -Maya Angelou
I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness. ~Franz Kafka
She’s savoring the all around beauty, of the numerous wild flowers.
She lives in a household full of mad, whacked-out people.
Living the life of a nomad.
Her Sunday breakfast special, soupy pancakes.
“Read, read, read. Read everything — trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You’ll absorb it. Then write. If it’s good, you’ll find out. If it’s not, throw it out of the window.” – William Faulkner
The daily daydreamers bus has arrived.
“Put down the pen someone else gave you. No one ever drafted a life worth living on borrowed ink.” – Jack Kerouac
Willie and Wilma are at the kitchen table, drinking day-old brewed coffee, and both are wondering why it tastes like shit.
She’s basking in the fake sun, reading fake news, and working on her fake tan.
Delusional thoughts, warped ideas, a mind full of fabrications and he believes, that whatever he says is the truth, when he damn well knows they are lies, bullshit, etc., etc….
She knew the weather is bad, but she was determined to venture out to the bodega, to get milk, as she had none left. Bundled up, she encountered white out conditions, and soon enough, she got disoriented, and didn’t know where she was. The next morning her son woke up, and his mother was notContinue reading “Short Story”
Agnes, the goddess of children’s story telling.
One should either write ruthlessly what one believes to be the truth, or else shut up. -Arthur Koestler
he awoke around 2:00 am and he couldn’t get back to sleep he decided to thrown on some clothes and take a walk the air was warm and it made him feel good ambling on down the street he sees two women in black heels totally naked standing at the corner as he approached theyContinue reading “Short Story”
Sam was in his glory, as the woman behind the counter, gave him a bag of day old muffins and doughnuts. She also filled his thermos with fresh brewed coffee. Sam is homeless, and has no job. He forages in the dumpsters for returnable cans and bottles, which keeps him busy. Now he is thankfulContinue reading “Quick Fiction”
And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt. -Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)
She said, your hearing me, but not listening. He said, oh.
He never does what the play book says to do. Just wings it, and hopes for the best out come.
You can make anything by writing. -C.S. Lewis
He: Did he do it? She: What did he do? He: I’m asking you, did he do it? She: What did he do? He: You know what he did. She: I have know idea what you are talking about. He: I think you do. She: You think, but you don’t know for sure. He; Well,Continue reading “100 Word Story”
Everybody has a story to tell Whether its fiction or reality interesting humorous or boring we should all give it a listen as we may learn something new and it might give the teller a stronger voice Yes we all are story tellers
The reporter for the local newspaper, fueled with excessive amounts of caffeine, is typing away like a mad man. His editor loves his work, even though he his in his own world, no one dares to tell him to slow down. The reason is, that a colleague told him to take a break, and thatContinue reading “Deadline ~ A 100 Word Story”
The maker of a sentence launches out into the infinite and builds a road into Chaos and old Night, and is followed by those who hear him with something of wild, creative delight. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Write down the thoughts of the moment. Those that come unsought for are commonly the most valuable. ~Francis Bacon
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She sleeps soundly on a mattress filled with stiff straw.
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He said, “Oh shit.” She told him to watch his mouth. So for the rest of the day, he looked into the hand held mirror, never to put it down.
Standing under the spreading maple tree, he is fretting, and mumbling, as what he will say, to his long lost daughter. It’s been at least 10 plus years, that they had any contact. She finally showed up, and it was an awkward feeling. A few minutes passed by, and the angst he was feeling wasContinue reading “100 Word Story”
By day, he lives the life of a monk. In the evening, a con artist, is his vocation.
The young couple, love dancing in the rain.
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty of words. Edgar Allan Poe
Joel would do anything, to see his long, lost love. He would walk bare foot on hot coals, a bed of nails or a flooded street. She meant so much to him, but he could not understand why she refused to see him. He would give it one more try and talk to her andContinue reading “100 Word Story”
On almost any given night, the insomniacs congregate at the mid-town diner, with cups of coffee to discuss the different reasons, of the whys they cannot sleep.
Preaching to the choir for harmony.
The green look on his face says, he had something to eat, that certainly did not agree with him. Hello bathroom.
Moaning and groaning is his calling.