Hi-ho and hello.
Wouldn’t it be such a cruel joke to find the hi-ho was more a reference to snow white and that song, you know the one. What if Vonnegut had nothing to do with it and the motivations that have me running to WP every morning and night was a Disney bit?
Wouldn’t it be so disappointing?
Damn straight, that’d be outright nonsense. Like mustard for a clock.
Hee, hee, hee!!!
Get it?
Oh writing, the connections and concoctions that are allowed and can be such an effortless whim of pleasuring freedom.
Mind you, it’s Vonnegut, it’s always Vonnegut. Bradbury and Vonnegut actually. Those two were not just pivotal and fundamental aspects to my growing. They were the friends and brothers, uncles and fathers I had dreamed to have and they were a book away. I gobbled up their words like a magical juggernaut looking for their wisdom, their fruit of what they saw, what they feared, and I took to it, embraced it and let it help me find everything after them. So if ever you read my words, know it’s to honor not only myself, and the steps toward a better tomorrow, but to the two writers that instilled a call to share and let it out. Hear me, take my heart and the mind that is shared here and know I mean well, I mean it sincerely and I’m not going anywhere but up.
Next goal after I finish my first short story collection in December, I think I’m aiming for being Colorado’s Laureate. At least that’s a hope I have and a dream that I feel if I drive right I can achieve it.
We’ll see. I just need to write more, share more and get it to as any as possible to share.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. May the day be bliss, the night be gentle and pleasure wrapped with a bow.
Til tomorrow.
NOSCE TE IPSUM
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