Quote:

Bruce, do you mind if I use your previous poem in my book?




Which one? Uh Oh? An author battle. I too have many unfinished writing projects. Strangely enough I wrote a story several years ago where the wife leaves the husband (premonition) and a year later the H goes completely off the deep end and ends up in a county psychiatric ward.

This is one story I really want to pursue, especially given all the pain I have experienced in the last couple of years.

I guess we can set some goals and maybe try to motivate all the writers in the group.


Here's something that popped out recently.

"Shuffling yellow legal paper. Sound harsh, grating, grating too obvious, cutting.


Silence. White gray silence. I have no intention of talking, speaking, giving out thoughts to this disheveled and disconcerting, and disconsolate man.

“Not going to talk, eh?” Voice, raspy, sharp, trying, trying desperately to be ironic, only to be desperate.

“No.” Goddamn. The stupid inside voice should stay inside.

Inside. White. No, never white. Gray. Hardly. Pale. Cracking. Urine. Bleach. Putrid. Acrid. Burning. Lights. Fluorescent. Useless. Blurry. Somebody turn off the goddamn lights." (c) 2005