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Truth,
wit, relevance (or at least 2 out of 3 on any given day)
. . . not one . . . person, of all the patronizing, fourth-rate critics and column
writers, had ever seen him for what he really was. A poet, for God's sake. And I mean apoet. If he never wrote a line of poetry, he could still
flash what he had at you with the back of his ear if he wanted to.
To be precise, I am a frustrated, unpublished writer.
I try to blog
fairly regularly, just to stay in practice. I also blog and write a weekly column for 3rd Degree.
I have a
couple of novels knocking around in
my brain, and I plan on finishing one, eventually. I've tried
and failed twice to successfully complete National
Novel Writing Month ,
but, despite my inborn sense of pessimism,
I'll give it the
good old college try again this November.
