Roald Dahl

A person is a fool to become a writer. His only compensation is absolute freedom.

Keeping a Tally for Auld Lang Syne

 Happy New Year…almost.
Now is the time that we tally up all of our great deeds we did in 2008 and then beat ourselves up about how much we weigh for 2009.
My tally:

I worked 4 different jobs this year.  Embarassing, yes, but I’m also very proud that I am ending the year with one I like [...]

Ain’t Nuthin’ Better Than Cheese in December

Hey, after a long absence… the Jai-ster is back in print.  Hello and hoorah!  Check out “little you” and a nifty journal called Toasted Cheese.  Thanks to them for taking me on because it’s almost like breaking into it all over again. 
Now, I have to get to putting more ‘out there’ – or simply, writing [...]

Fork Tender

Ceelie was always one for a boiled potato facial over the steel pot on the stove.  I don’t remember a time I didn’t warn her that she would burn herself.  She’d laugh, her eyes squinting against the steam running up her face like a waterfall turned back on itself.  Salting a piece of raw potato, [...]

I Won’t Pay for You to Read Me

even if you’re paramount.  What am I saying
about myself
if I have to bribe you
to consider I’m worth your time?
 
It’s not going to happen.
 
Now,
when you will have to pay to read me,
the world is as it should be.
I won’t pay for you to read me.

#577

You can’t play a sad song on a banjo.