Monthly Archives: January 2011

The Summer of Capri – Chapter 2

     I exited the office building on Court Street, paused briefly to gather my bearings and take in my surroundings.  It was well after noon and the lunch hour crowd buzzed by me, walking fast and furiously, some purposely.  I … Continue reading

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The Summer of Capri — Chapter 1

             I was sitting in my small office in downtown Brooklyn on Court Street when the buzzer buzzed.  It didn’t annoy me, as the solitary fly had been for the past hour, buzzing by my ears, nose, and eyes.  It … Continue reading

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I Didn’t Fly Last Night

I didn’t fly last night, but 6am this morning I was in the writer’s cockpit, navigating my way through my novel. Did some re-writing and got some writing in to boot. Right now I am on the runway, but plan … Continue reading

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Sorry, Walter Mosley

I had been writing furiously, but the last three days I have let the world of work work against writing every day.  Been writing in my head — I know, that doesn’t count!  Will write and re-write tonight.  Will wake up … Continue reading

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I haven’t called my Muse

Imagine not talking to your woman for three days? No, don’t imagine that. Imagine being alone, or at least not with that woman anymore — such is not writing the past couple of days. Will write tonight and over the … Continue reading

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Inspiration — “Writing Every Day”

Just finished re-reading an essay entitled “Writing Every Day,” by Walter Mosley, in the March/April 2007 issue of Poets & Writers. Writing is a discipline.  It is far too easy, when writing is not one’s primary source of income, to … Continue reading

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October 1, 2010 — Celebrating Fifty Years of Life

I saw the best minds of my generation drop out of school and get their education on the streets, in the schools of hard knocks: in group homes, reform schools, jails, reformatories and prisons.  They dropped out of schools that … Continue reading

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