... which is to say, accepting a world in which the virtual is a way of life. Not that I haven't been here for a while, just that I've shied away from the implication of spending so much time online ... and yes, of course, why not start a blog?
This skeleton blog will remain a skelton awhile, until I figure out a few more things about format and typeface, among others, and until the writing tear I'm in now abates. It seems a betrayal to use the time I have to do anything but write, which is an amazement. There was a time when the opposite was true, when I looked to any distraction as an excuse not to do it.
But I do have some plans for this blog when the time comes to post in a less rambling way and perhaps more attractive way. I figured I'd post finished chapters of the book I'm working on, which I call True Stories, third in what will be a trilogy; the other two have already been written and published, and one day soon, when I know how to do it, I'll post the amazon links.
The last three chapters I finished, which, if they had numbers, would be 28, 29, and 30:
"Thanksgiving," about my childhood past, alcoholism and its enablers, the May Day parade, my parents communist past, my birthday, parents, and their sons, daughter-in-laws, and grandchildren.
"My Miserable Daughter," in school from kindergarten through the fifth grade, and her miserable parents, who at the time were not of much help, though they tried real hard.
Summer of Spiders": cancer and its effect on bystanders as well as victim. Also some speculation about unknown causes, concerning birds, insects, spiders, and people.
Suddenly, it seems my latest nonfiction novel has gotten very serious, but as art follows recollected life, that's the way it was back then for a while. Thus are the above three chapters followed by "Missing Person," written a bit earlier, about a faux detective combing country roads (where mailboxes have no names), trying to find his onetime buddy, who has disappeared.
Hey, a Jew!! I love Jews!! First, cuzz I was originally from NYC and secondly, mosta dem vote for the wholeass. That rude, crude, and MissContrued?? Boo-hoo. Just be happy, Pops, Im doing this for you tonight cuzz if you vote for o'er-the-Hillary, I fear for thy soul AND thar wont be a day. Always be night in the Abyss. Wake the #@!!☆ up, Jew!!! Dont you realize the Jewish peeple were armed to the teeth at the begining of WWII, yet then Hitler convinced them to give-up their guns??? WTF do you think is happening TODAY? O'er-the-Hillary is convincing U.S. to do the same. And you vote for a wholeass. How sick. Dont think God's gonna save you when you pull the lever in November, son. God's totally mad at our sininster, sick-o kuntry.
Your name aint Jewish?? I thot it was - Weissman. Sounds Jewish. Oi vei!!
Why not indeed!
ReplyDeleteThank you for your guidance in getting this rudimentary start, masked man. I will expect you to help me create a Mona Lisa in weeks to come.
ReplyDeleteDaVinci at your service ...
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year to you both!
ReplyDeleteThis skeleton blog will remain a skelton awhile, until I figure out a few more things about format and typeface, among others, and until the writing tear I'm in now abates. It seems a betrayal to use the time I have to do anything but write, which is an amazement. There was a time when the opposite was true, when I looked to any distraction as an excuse not to do it.
ReplyDeleteBut I do have some plans for this blog when the time comes to post in a less rambling way and perhaps more attractive way. I figured I'd post finished chapters of the book I'm working on, which I call True Stories, third in what will be a trilogy; the other two have already been written and published, and one day soon, when I know how to do it, I'll post the amazon links.
The last three chapters I finished, which, if they had numbers, would be 28, 29, and 30:
"Thanksgiving," about my childhood past, alcoholism and its enablers, the May Day parade, my parents communist past, my birthday, parents, and their sons, daughter-in-laws, and grandchildren.
"My Miserable Daughter," in school from kindergarten through the fifth grade, and her miserable parents, who at the time were not of much help, though they tried real hard.
Summer of Spiders": cancer and its effect on bystanders as well as victim. Also some speculation about unknown causes, concerning birds, insects, spiders, and people.
Suddenly, it seems my latest nonfiction novel has gotten very serious, but as art follows recollected life, that's the way it was back then for a while. Thus are the above three chapters followed by "Missing Person," written a bit earlier, about a faux detective combing country roads (where mailboxes have no names), trying to find his onetime buddy, who has disappeared.
Looking forward to seeing those chapters someday! Sounds like you're motoring along with the writing quite well. Good to hear.
ReplyDeleteHey, a Jew!! I love Jews!! First, cuzz I was originally from NYC and secondly, mosta dem vote for the wholeass. That rude, crude, and MissContrued?? Boo-hoo. Just be happy, Pops, Im doing this for you tonight cuzz if you vote for o'er-the-Hillary, I fear for thy soul AND thar wont be a day. Always be night in the Abyss. Wake the #@!!☆ up, Jew!!! Dont you realize the Jewish peeple were armed to the teeth at the begining of WWII, yet then Hitler convinced them to give-up their guns??? WTF do you think is happening TODAY? O'er-the-Hillary is convincing U.S. to do the same. And you vote for a wholeass. How sick. Dont think God's gonna save you when you pull the lever in November, son. God's totally mad at our sininster, sick-o kuntry.
ReplyDeleteYour name aint Jewish?? I thot it was - Weissman. Sounds Jewish. Oi vei!!