Commentary: Three Secret Techniques Etc.
I wrote most of an essay, then realized it amounted to five-hundred words on how “writing is hard.” So I scrapped it.
I wrote most of an essay, then realized it amounted to five-hundred words on how “writing is hard.” So I scrapped it.
I’m still publishing something every Tuesday, but new poetry/prose/art will be every other week. That gives me the time I need for longer, more complex stuff.
The fishing hole looked almost too good to be true. The current would slowly carry the lure right past the submerged trunk, where hungry fish might be hiding. “Catch and release,” Brent muttered…
He felt no pain. Not yet. He could see the pain there, of course…he knew what it was, and knew that he could take it out, pick it up, allow himself to feel it…
I made something It’s nice but that’s not why I made it