Friday, Feb 4 2011

Sooo... it's been a while, just like it always is. Here are some stories, pretty juvenile and not very well-written, and which aside from Piano Sonata, will never be finished. I'm more of a reader than a writer, lately--a lurker and a lover of many stories, though rarely a reviewer. I'm really trying to change this... I know it's a horrible trait. But alas. I'm one of the shyest people I know. It's hard enough for me to leave my stories down there, knowing that I know how flawed they are. But there you go. Enjoy them if you dare, but more likely than not I'll enjoy yours first and give it a loving review.

"Anytime something is written against me, I not only share the sentiment but I feel I could do the job far better myself. Perhaps I should advise would-be enemies to send me their grievances beforehand, with full assurances they will receive my every aid and support. I have even secretly longed to write, under a pen name, a merciless tirade against myself." -Jorge Luis Borges

"How can I believe in God when just last week I got my tongue caught in the roller of an electric typewriter?" - Woody Allen

"Well, art is art, isn't it? Still, on the other hand, water is water. And east is east and west is west and if you take cranberries and stew them like applesauce they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does. Now you tell me what you know." - Groucho Marx