So here is a five second blog post….more of a tweet than anything really….
going to write an hour each day for the rest of this year….see where that gets me.
Be it blog….my Book on Broc (which is me) or my novel. Im going to write every day for one hour (at the very least mon ami!)
and if I fall behind or beyond, I will need a poke with a sharp, electric, painful, metaphorical, all of the above object or allusion to keep my on track. Continue reading “An Hour a Day”
Big had grown to be a word I hated. It used to be that big meant that I was different, that it made me special in that way I was looking for. Then it changed. Then I realized what it was. The word “big” is a defense for people when someone who is overweight inquires about how they look. You aren’t going to sit there, look what could very well be your closest friend in the eye, and tell him, “honestly Herald, you sort of resemble a cross between a baby elephant and the Grinch if he decided to just REALLY let himself go.” Of course you don’t say that. You think, “what is a word that isn’t necessarily untrue, but isn’t exactly what I really think.” You figure honesty is not always the best policy and choose to spare their feelings. Continue reading “Sex and Soda Pop”
So here I am.
I haven’t posted on this thing in many o’ months. I have been working on my book, not like mad (to be honest) but as much as I can. I’m simultaneously finishing up Chapter 3 and starting 4 as we speak. Well not literally, that would be an annoying bout of opening and closing programs back and forth to be a statement of true honesty and let us be honest, hyperbole never got anyone anywhere besides false ideas of grandeur and a lot of silly excess. Continue reading “Tickling a Grizzly Bear in the Back Seat of Your Kia is Never a Wise Decision”
Broc Sewell 