I've started this blog to keep a sort of interactive notebook. I hope it becomes a way to keep notes to myself about stories I plan to write and a way to get feedback on those stories before they're written. I'll try to spare everyone a bunch of opinionated vomit or the mundane "I'm so blessed I love my family"-type junk that makes facebook the annoyance it's become. Any input, ideas, corrections or asshole comments will be very much appreciated.
I plan on posting a few older stories on here just to add to the archive.
Thanks to whoever participates--
I remember 8th street before fuel efficient cars lined un-littered roads. When the lackadaisical lamp posts cautioned yellow, tired and weary. It was the reason my grandmother made us come in the house then, when the lamps came on. She's cautious too. There wasn't a lamp post in front of our house; she wouldn't have them. She grew hyacinths and daisies. Along her gate were luminescent stars that bloomed at night instead. In the morning I'd see them.
ReplyDeleteYou need to write another story--do a history of 8th Street. I'm sure you could sell another one to the Pulse.
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