Well GE, sometimes everything doesn’t flow the same. And that flow is different from reader to reader. There is an element of stream of consciousness in this writing. And to be honest, I had a bit of a shock this morning with the changes to Medium which have me questioning whether I should continue to write there. Right now, I need a perspective shift so maybe that is reflected in today’s issue. Thanks, M. Time to get outside!
This may be the most disjointed post I have read from you. Your words are all over the place, jumping from one reference to another. Get a grip my friend. You are so much better than this.
I understand 'stream of consciousness' writing. We are all experiencing violent upheavals in the world around us. Today's world looks nothing like yesterday's world.
I look to your posts as a point of continuity. A through line to tomorrow. This one splattered my hoped for reality all over the mirror. I can only now utter, WTF?
"The wind hummed through the trees, and whoo-ed down a lane of houses graced by pillars, porches and elegant entranceways in the old part of Haneckhadee."
That's the opening of my novel about death and the meaning of life ... it's sort of an attempt to laugh at death, though I don't think anyone who has ever read it, got that out of it. The title of the book is Hi-doh Hi-dee Ha-Ha. I know, kind of ridiculous, but you need to read the book to see how it fits.
Well GE, sometimes everything doesn’t flow the same. And that flow is different from reader to reader. There is an element of stream of consciousness in this writing. And to be honest, I had a bit of a shock this morning with the changes to Medium which have me questioning whether I should continue to write there. Right now, I need a perspective shift so maybe that is reflected in today’s issue. Thanks, M. Time to get outside!
This may be the most disjointed post I have read from you. Your words are all over the place, jumping from one reference to another. Get a grip my friend. You are so much better than this.
I understand 'stream of consciousness' writing. We are all experiencing violent upheavals in the world around us. Today's world looks nothing like yesterday's world.
I look to your posts as a point of continuity. A through line to tomorrow. This one splattered my hoped for reality all over the mirror. I can only now utter, WTF?
"The wind hummed through the trees, and whoo-ed down a lane of houses graced by pillars, porches and elegant entranceways in the old part of Haneckhadee."
That's the opening of my novel about death and the meaning of life ... it's sort of an attempt to laugh at death, though I don't think anyone who has ever read it, got that out of it. The title of the book is Hi-doh Hi-dee Ha-Ha. I know, kind of ridiculous, but you need to read the book to see how it fits.