I thought quite assuredly that it had been much longer since my last post. However, June 2012 was still a relatively long time ago. I find that at this very moment I am both giddy and uncertain. There are so many wonderful things that I’m excited about but I am at a loss in trying to find the right order to do them in. As a result there are moments where I just seem to push paper around.
I just started reading The Great Gatsby last night and was so enthralled that I am again considering publishing my poems and working on a novel or novella. I am certainly no Fitzgerald nor am I as good as my best friend, pulp writer extraordinaire, Barry Reese. I often feel that I don’t have enough life experience and that it will show and be magnified if I attempted to seriously work on a piece. I fear the blinking of the damned insertion point on the page, waiting for thoughts, waiting for the stream of subconsciousness to make itself known. Continue reading “Enter Title Here”