Finally more
October 26, 2006
Well I know some of you (hell there’s really on three people who read this drivvel) have been wating for more of my story. I actually sat down and wrote some more. Here it is.
Gil, charged though the rain drops ignoring the water that rolled off his hat and down his back. While he ran he muttered curses at the forces that would make it rain for a solid week. Then he cursed his alarm clock. Then he cursed the subway. Then he gave up cursing and focused on running.
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A “Writings” post
April 11, 2006
This is the first "Writings" post. This is an experiment. My thought is to put the 'posts' here. And then when they are edited and more final put them on a "page" where they will be in their entirety, and it will be one smooth reading experience. Well here's the first attempt. It's been a long time since I've done this … hopefully it doesn't suck too much. But feel free to be critical, but please be constructive. Enough of this crap. To more crap!
"The rain is falling in time … Martin is not," thought Gilbert. He cringed as another sour note rose from the upright piano. "Lord, give me strength. I am going to have to tune this thing again after Martin leaves." The blessed irritation of the door buzzer brought the lesson to a close. Gilbert gave as quiet sigh of relief, then turned and smiled. "Sounds like your mother is here, Martin" The eight year old leapt off the bench and sprinted for the door. "Heh. I agree Martin, this … is not your strong suite."
