I'm a lapsed writer searching for my mojo. After a dalliance in film land and its ungainly chunks of dialog and camera direction, I feel the need to string some prose together. Here's hoping I can shake the words loose.
I used to love words the way a kid loves Lego blocks. They lived inside me in colorful heaps of possibility. College papers ended the love affair. I grew up. Perhaps it's not an irreversible process.
Who's got time to read? (Sarcastic emoticon).
Thanks, Darryl. I enjoyed "The moon rose up..." I look forward to reading more.
Welcome aboard, Paul.
Thanks, Darryl. I enjoyed "The moon rose up..." I look forward to reading more.
Welcome aboard, Paul.