I don't feel like putting the results on here and revealing exactly where you sit on my priority-list, but I figured an explanation was in order as to why I'm not assaulting you with truck-buckets of verbiage this week. Don't worry, though: Fiction Friday's gonna happen if it kills me.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
I didn't not think of you today
Sometimes the internet isn't entirely useless. I was looking on The Art of Manliness the other day and it gave me the kick-in-the-pants I needed to do some active re-organizing of my brain-closets; so for the past few days I have been using my writing time to craft a blueprint for my life.
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Depending on what kind of music fan you are, this story may make you want to punch me in the face. In the early 2000s I was living in a di...
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It has been fifty six days since I typed the last word of my latest novel and closed the file. The novel is called "Marlene the Div...
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John L. Milligan My maternal grandfather died of lung cancer when I was eight years old. He was sixty-five. I remember him as a mounta...
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One Sunday I sat at Wendell Berry's at Tanya Berry's at the Berrys' kitchen table. We drank their water from their mason ...
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I got my first canoe when I was twelve years old. It was a dugout, which I bought new for I think forty bucks from a skilled local craftsma...
