A poem possibly about indecision more than anything else.
A poem about Hollywood and the events recently in the spotlight there. Events present from its conception. Events present every and any where else too. Even way back before anyone ever knew films could be made or that there’d be a whole town dedicated to doing so when they could. Continue reading
The Bath Party Launch UPDATE:
If there’s one thing paramount to know about self-publishing – always check Continue reading
Facebook is a Flipping Pest.
Anytime I check my page, it bugs me to post something without the slightest care, concern or regard for whether I actually have anything worth saying. For that worth I’ve been getting book three ready—formatting; designing a cover; things like that—but that’s hardly scintillating news and the fact it’s taking longer than hoped is hardly helping my social-media-update cause. Continue reading