If there is a secret to writing, I haven’t found it yet. All I know is you need to sit down, clear your mind and hang in there.
– Mary McGrory
Month: April 2014
haiku 308
historic day
ate pizza
didn’t burn my mouth
#quikfic 95
He buried his wife then lay in his own grave and shot himself. A note on the cabin door asked anyone to please fill in the hole.
Quotable 195
That trite little whimsy about characters getting out of hand; it is as old as the quills. My characters are galley slaves.
– Vladimir Nabokov
haiku 307
coffeehouse patron
serves generous portions
of leg, thigh