I Am Only A Poor, Humble Cockroach.

One of these days, I might actually post something on this blog again. Maybe. Life, she is distracting me. In the meantime, I've decided to try my hand at writing fiction. Because creative expression is the need of my soul.

*Darn tootin'*

Anyway, my fiction cherry has been popped, and my ass will be, too, if God catches wind of that story. Or worse, my mother. My contribution to the Polite Fiction's Alphabet of Regret is J, which is for {redacted}.

Comments

[nic @mybottlesup]

wishing you all the best in all you do.

[Debb]

I linked over and read the story. It was very intense. Beautifully written, as everything you do.

[TwoBusy]

Do better next time!

*cracking whip*

[Kaycee]

Mr. Lady

I became spell bound. After the first paragraph, it became a movie in my mind. I felt emotions akin to living inside this imaginary world you concocted.

I hope to god this is a passage from a new book you're working on....

While I love your writing voice. This piece swept me off my feet. I honestly can't remember the last time I read candy, or had such a want to know what the next paragraph is....

[Alison]

After a LONG hiatus from blog reading, I thought I'd look you up. Glad to see you're being creative. If you're ever interested in some online writing courses, I know a good place...

[Bejewell]

It takes a brave soul to tackle fiction like that. *tips hat*

[Jack]

Well done.

[the planet of janet]

oh my GAWD.

i love you.

so much.

you kill me with your brilliance.

[leslie]

dude. where are you?