A novel happening
I can't remember the last time I finished reading an entire novel. Oh yes, I can. About 10 minutes ago. A fat mystery novel by George P. Pelecanos called Hell To Pay. It was a gripping read, though a little sappy at times. Some great street lingo. My favourite word in it is "sumshit." As in "You know, sumshit like that."
I aspire to finish reading another novel this year. I leave so many things only begun. And not just novels.
I told the Word folks I would no longer write the Hunkamooga column for them. Only three times a year, published online -- just didn't feel right to me. Hoping I can continue my association with Word, in some form. Hoping I can find a new home for Hunkamooga. Any ideas?
Perhaps I'll put up a recent poem tomorrow. That would make me feel like a writer again.
Over and out.
posted by Razovsky @ 7:12 pm
4 Comments
4 Comments:
bring on the poetry stu!
hey, how long do we have to wait for a pome?
come on already...i bet you got
millions of 'em.
(last time i finished a book
that wasn't poetry was
"confessions of a small press racketeer"
and i thought it was damn brilliant
...except for the quiz which made me feel
inferior but i guess i had
that coming)
bring on the poetry stu!
hey, how long do we have to wait for a pome?
come on already...i bet you got
millions of 'em.
(last time i finished a book
that wasn't poetry was
"confessions of a small press racketeer"
and i thought it was damn brilliant
...except for the quiz which made me feel
inferior but i guess i had
that coming)
i repeat myself when under stress
i repeat myself when under stress
i repeat myself when under stress
Stuart,
I understand why you pulled your column, but I do hope that you find a new print home for it. It was my favourite part of word!
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