About Me, OK Press Here Then.
It was a dark night, and the typewriter keys felt as thin and cold as the melted ice chips floating in my scotch.
Lilacs, heavy with scent, bounce gently in the wind giving off their aromatics with supple surprise.
Ok, get over yourself woman.
So a cowboy, an astronaut and a deep-sea diver walk into a bar….
Now your just being silly.
I’m a writer.
I’ve had a few things published in literary magazines, and spotted a few awards. What I’ve come to realize in the past few years, is that writers are frequently their own worst enemy. If we don’t have a job outside the keyboard, we forget to shower, and we eat out of containers and never heat it up. We are frequently horrific in the arena of self-promotion. Some of that can be a side effect of a being alone for long hours, and some can be pure arrogance. Our thought process is frequently introverted, so we are just fine and dandy sitting alone processing (and sometimes fixating) on the information we are writing.
Thus the lack of showers.
I have work outside of the home with a wide berth of skills, but I always come back to words.
Why a Slinky? They are fragile, familiar, and frequently get caught up in themselves. Yes, like all of you, I’ve had my share of challenges, and I have lived my life falling down one step at a time.
But I ain’t to the bottom yet.
I hope you find something here that will be appealing to you. There’s fiction, poetry, music, rants, essay, and stupid shit.
There’s my self promotion.
Go back to being silly woman.