I am called Yet I cannot follow I am chastized Yet I cannot obey The fear has kept me well
“Are you not thirsty?” said the Lion. “I’m dying of thirst,” said Jill. “Then drink,” said the Lion. “May I–could
I see you in the distance Like a fire burning bright I want you but I can’t have you ‘Cause
My mother sent me a King Cake!!! Oh the joys of yummy goodness! I think my friends have concluded that I’ve lost my mind,
– The rain spatters on the road. I can hear it from the bed as it coerces me from slumber.
It begins with the dream. The writer thinks to himself, “I think I would like to write a novel.” The
Quickie! Been writing a lot more lately, in more ways than one. Sometimes I forget. It can take something catastrophic