Hello everyone this is my year end message I hope everyone is alive and well. Myself I have to say I survived another year knowing that I survived and I hope that it is more than just that. This year ends on a bitter sweet note something that takes me years to realize myself and yet not having the heart to discuss this with anyone else.
Any other action I could take would be considered as the dumbing down of my self and yet I feel I have to do such a thing. Sometimes you face a brick wall and it never moves. That Wall is a forty year old wall. It is me and it is not me. This year has felt like a shadow world as I watch friends and love ones go by almost as if I am wearing a shadow and dark robe in Hades. Even in Florida the water was grey in the sunshine almost murky. But the air was fresh and I could breathe momentarily. I needed to stay longer. Perhaps I could make it to Arizona and dry out there like my uncle did after the war.
Then there is the pressing need to travel or live in Canada for professional reasons because I’m getting the feeling coastal agents take a blind eye to submission packages from rural sounding locations.
Speaking of Canada that magazine sent me a Royalty Check only to heavily stiffed from my bank of for $20 dollars how does one make it as a writer when the Banks practice the Black Arts?
For 2010 I need more sound plots and plans that is more effective. My ideas are effective and can move mountains if the settings is right and the right amount of pressure is used. The problem is now I need a co conspirator to prove this theory.
Merry Christmas
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after suffer from Alergies finally this year is redeaming its self. I feel really bad things never happened on this blog. I had so many ideas I wanted to impliment but actually instead turned into a tribute page to a lot of people who died this year. As if I knew them? its kind of shallow of me yes I know but I liked these people and I kept my mouth shut because what could I have said? I disconintue that all together but who knows?
Ultimately though I was writing the novel which is done as far as I’m concerned until I find an editor.
Here I am getting attacked by my wife so until next time…
Where did you go? with your promise of hot nights and sweltering days, your promises of illicit sex instead you gave me spring moldy weather and doctors who know nothing
I was broke everyday was a head ache and a sleepless night everyday was a boring as the last You stole my summer and gave me spring and fall. thanks for the misery
all I want to do is breath soundly all I want to do is sleep even my own bed i don’t want to be a star I only want to sleep underneath them and admire them. i only want sleep I want the songs and the words I don’t want breathing aparatuses or tubes I just want whats natural.
Novel finishd so far, i finished writing and rewritting it and I’m done i casnt even puncuate here sorry i’m on break here if you are a agent contact me or if you know a good one contact me.
