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.
writing a post even a so-called simple one is not as easy as it seems
“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.’” ~ Tim …
“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.
Source note: Johnsonian Misellanies (1966 edition)
“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 not …
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 they …
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 thankful …
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, …
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 that …
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 was …
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 and …
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.
His boat doesn’t sail on water.
Snake oil salesmen, awash in Washington.
She has a bad habit of mincing words, and she will never change. Its in her DNA.
The look of love is showing in her eyes, while lust was in his heart. They hit it off.
Whenever proven wrong, he won’t apologize.
Write, write, write she says. Right he says, as you are right for telling me to write the right stuff.
Stuck in traffic Late for dinner Finally arrive Significant other is pissed off Try to explain why you are late She didn’t buy it The meal didn’t go down to well Finally arrive at home End up sleeping on the couch and needless to say you made her shit list
Spotted Jack Kerouac and a few of his beat friends, discussing how life could be beautiful. Thought I would and give a listen to their back and forth ideas, and believe me, it was all good. It seems the flow of their words was all encompassing, never shouting, smiles all around. When they are done, …
I have been told be a few followers of my blog, and mention they like my poems. When I was a boy of school age, I detested poetry, hated reading and listening to it. Back in the 1990s, I bought an Edgar Allan Poe book with all of his poems, and short stories. A friend …
Source: There are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are
“In good writing, words become one with things.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson Source: In good writing, words become one with things.
A good comparison.
Never write a letter while you are angry. – Chinese Proverb
“Employ your time in improving yourself by other men’s writing so that you shall come easily by what others have labored hard for.” -Socrates
I love some of the sayings, adages and phrases, that people in all walks of use to say and still say. Some of you may remember or heard of some, or most of them. Snug as a bug in a rug. Don’t let the bed bugs bite you. The bees knees. The cat’s meow. Knockers …
You know what irks me? When I write a post, and it has a misspelled word, but don’t see it, until the next day. That’s what irks the shit out of me, among other things in life.
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Yesterday morning, Mortimer J. Finkdink III, was taking his morning stroll. He always stops in the local coffee shop, for his daily cup. He always gets a large, as he likes to last throughout his walk. After he left the shop, he ambled on along on one of his favorite streets. A few minutes later, …
Here are some of the things that I like. Black coffee: Most of the time I like it strong. No sugar, as it does it kills the flavor. Crosswords: On line and on paper, using a pen with black ink. Books: Mostly novels and old literature. TV: I’m very picky about what I watch. Old …
When I first started blogging, the main intention was writing, which was what I was doing. I know I have strayed away from it. My problem is, is that when I call it a night, there are times I’ll be laying in bed, and next the thing, an idea pops into my head on what …