Sep 25

I (will) write a lot in this blog how important it is to get to know yourself, and who you are before fiction is a real thing, and not just something you make up. Last year I took a writing class online, for twenty weeks given by the Writer’s Workshop in NYC. My friend Wayne (I bring Wayne’s name up a lot, because he’s the guy who keeps telling me to write even when I Read the rest of this entry »

Sep 25

IT WAS NINETEEN EIGHTY SOMETHING … by Kael

It seemed like they were all doing it. The year I was sixteen my life was nothing but a big blur of acid washed jeans pegged up against people’s ankles tight above their hips, penny loafers with the after market penny firmly but not easily placed on the top of their feet, tight terry cloth shirts with pure white puka shell necklaces accenting their low v-neck, walking Read the rest of this entry »