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Unknown Voice #privatejournal Another fuckin’ day. Do you have any idea how tired I am of having to go through yet another damn day? Of course you don’t. Your human scope is too limited. I don’t envy you, but I do. I don’t because: A) such limited appreciation of the fine details would make me clingy, unnecessarily sentimental. I said sentimental, NOT emotional! Very in tune with my emotions, I am. It’s...
x x x Circle Rulers. Faro sits near the bed, crying. The cold body of Father Callum is hidden in the bathroom. Pastor Hoff knocks on the door. He is not alone. Behind him stands James Garrett, the new leader of Circle Energy. James Garrett: Who is in that bloody bath? In those yellow heels? Faro: (crying) F-f-faa-th-eeer Call-uuuuum. Pastor Hoff: This is good and bad at the same time....
You don’t start out writing good stuff. You start out writing crap and thinking it’s good stuff, and then gradually you get better at it. That’s why I say one of the most valuable traits is persistence. Octavia E. Butler Continue sharing some critique on my books. First one, for my debut #ya novel Dulcinea and The Death Code. 1. I think, overall, I would simplify the beginning more, shorten it,...
Ola – #privatejournal I don’t know what I want. I’m so fed up with my life that all I really desire is to die. Dead. Dead. Dead. The year 2718 is usually described as the year in which so-called “Team Happiness” was blessed by Almighty Matrix Power, meaning its nine members were presented by the Divine Universe itself. If you ask me, I’d tell you that I don’t believe in...
Please, come out slowly from your car… Show me your hands! I can’t see them! What is it? The book? (reading loud) “So A-B-S-U-R-D IT MUST BE TRUE”. Well, this is a WEAPON! I’d like to see your license. Don’t have one? Only Kindle… Put your hands behind the head! GO! x x x Thank you all for wonderful reviews for my debut book of satire and adult humour – So...
x x x Pain Berchpull and Boulder Jackobs sit outside under the moon tree eating grapefruits. The moon tree reminds them of a big ash tree, with branches up to the end of the sky. Considering there’s no sky, the branches are shrinking and hanging back, sprouting into the ground around Mara’s Palace. Bou: I haven’t eaten grapefruit in ages! Yummiest fruit ever! Pain: You hate grapefruit. Bou: Yeah, but...
Frank Prem, in his last newsletter, asked: Do you consider yourself to be a poetry reader, and if so, what sort of poetry do you find interesting to read? Where do you find it? Yes, I am a poetry reader. My first book was a poetry book about animals. I couldn’t read it (yet), but I memorized it (when my parents read it to me), so everybody thought that I...
