An Annotated Diary of a Working Writer. Thursday, March 27, 2008. You can find the blog here. Saturday, March 22, 2008. Over the next few days, I am going to be trying to switch my domaiin over to wordpress. Please bear with me as it may create some technical difficulties. Thursday, March 20, 2008. On the First Day of Spring.

Insert the FOLLOWING into the automatic poetry Machine , and you will receive a poem written for you. html This is the ONLY location poem requests will be accepted.

Thursday, April 19, 2012. If no one reads it, does the blog really exist? Saturday, September 4, 2010. I Gave Birth To Bigfoot. Okay, so the cool kids are totally not doing that, but we are.

Dreaming as a way of life. I am crossing a road with Amanda, holding on to her small right hand with my left. It is a 4-lane road with a divider.

Welcome to my blog; my name is Rose Dewy Knickers. Through my words I wonder why and how I came to be. The more I learn, the more I realize that the world is not meant for people like me; the ones who are different. Do I care? Not one bit. So flash your knickers here and leave a comment. Maybe even join the Fresh Knickers Club.

Leave A Comment Or Criticism On The Beta Version Of This Blog. Tired of having our work stolen by people out to make a quick, dishonest buck. Chances are also good if you use Copyscape. We can expose them in an open forum.

Wednesday, 23 April 2008. From some characters and plot-lines that were penned by my brother, and which set me up for a mighty challenge as the story unfolded.

Hola amigos me traslado de dirección. como aquel que cambia de casa. Dejare ya de publicar en blogspot , a partir de ahora me podéis encontrar. Estáis invitados , siempre sera vuestra casa , con las puertas abiertas. Prisioneros de nosotros mismos .

Just before she fell asleep, she realized that those were the words she had been searching for. She was filled with joy . Undiluted, uninhibited, unspoiled. The past five days were just a bad nightmare now. He gazed down at her nephew sleeping soundly in his crib as her sister quietly moved about his bedroom gathering clothes, diapers, and other necessities.

8220;Of making many books there is no end . Welcome, my name is Peter. Because it sums up neatly my conception of good art, a combination equals parts absurd and sublime. The onion as a vegetable is such, in my opinion, being both delicious and ridiculous. More so even than the turnip or the carrot. So I made this site, my orphanarium, for my fragments and abortions. As the world is replete with people, so is .