Curations from the Human Jungle
My Mama must have loved me. That’s the only explanation. I have no writing talent, but I’ve written a bunch of books. I have no music talent, but as long as I adhere to the mantra of “loud, fast, the get-the-hell off the stage,” I can fool some of the people. I’m not an intellectual,... Continue Reading →
[My kids gave me a membership, or subscription or whatever, to Storyworth.com as a birthday present. It's an Internet-based program designed to facilitate writing a personal memoir, with the goal being a handsome, printed volume that will set you back about a C-note. Assuming that no one in their right mind will pay that for... Continue Reading →
[For my birthday, my sons gifted me a subscription to Storyworth.com, an online publishing service designed to help people write their own memoirs. Part of me said "Thank you." And part of me said "What the fuck?" I written a dozen published books, published 250 books by other people, and have hundreds of publishing credits... Continue Reading →