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blah, context, fiction, growing up, heavy weight, journalism, lunch time poem rant, poetry, professional fiction, rambling on, words
words are my game.
they pay the bills and yet I fight with them like a heavy weight match.
Fiction is my favored method of syntax, with poetry a close second. But Journalism has taken the drivers wheel, well it can since it pays the gas.
Nights remind me I have four novels I’d like to work on.
Mornings drag me off to the office.
This blog is feeling dull, and I want to make a new one for my professional fiction and poetry,
but i also don’t want any of it stolen.
i need to get my poetry printed in books.
if my uncle can do it, then so can i.
now get back to work.
kels! 