From tonight's writing (while working at ad agency...) |
"Describe the symptoms of your condition to me, Ms. Panchek." Dr.
Stanhauer readied his pen over his notebook.
"I can't describe them because there aren't any."
Ms. Panchek's daughter, Marion,...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Feb 2006 18:12:00 GMT |
From tonight's writing |
After the engineers figured out that the planet Jupiters magnetic field was causing them to lose their minds, they caught shuttles to the inner system in a hurry, leaving the Ganymede co...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Nov 2005 15:53:00 GMT |
Some new writing |
From tonight's writing:
Then shes dead? Mark said quietly.
Mpisa did not answer. While they had been talking, two Tlig soldiers, aliens more massive than the envoys, appeared from the other ...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Nov 2005 15:54:00 GMT |
Something kind of funny |
Yes tomorrow is my b-day. Happy b-day, self. Yeah, well, tonight I was out at a party at my sister's place. At least I got a good flirt on--that was just enough to stir the blood. Yes, well... Another...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Oct 2005 20:46:00 GMT |
Bit from today's writing |
The night was warm and quiet and peaceful. Exactly the kind of night that had drawn him to move to Colorado fifteen years before. Very few humans had electric lights these days and Nathan found himsel...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Oct 2005 16:09:00 GMT |
Dostoevsky Call Me Home! |
Did you hear me, big man? When I wake up each morning to the sound of the homeless guys outside the window smashing bottles, I think of you. You're sweet, you wrote it so clear, how life menaces us wi...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Oct 2005 08:41:00 GMT |
New career as a manual laborer treating me well, thanks... |
Yeah,
So da rumorz are true, boyz + girlz. I am now working in Bay Ridge fixing up the floor on this rich dude's house. The guy I'm working for is a writer, too. We're like the most literary floor...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Sep 2005 07:09:00 GMT |
Death in August |
Feel the death of August creeping in. Fun brunch with Clarion friends who are doing all they can, but I can't help feeling that I'm slipping through the cracks of life into a world without other peopl...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Aug 2005 14:36:00 GMT |
