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For us older dogs...
Jun. 22nd, 2012 06:13 pmI'm challenging myself to write a novel about real life. Not fantasy, not fiction. Real life. Not necessarily mine, either, although my life will be the center from which the rest of the story spins. It'll be a collection of essays, I think, about life from the view point of my world, the Old Guy World. Since I've hit this point in my life - I'm 55 this year - I can honestly say... I'm getting older.
( Come on inside. I've got beer )
And so, a series of essays may become a novel. This novel may become my life. and my life, for what it's worth or meaning, may last forever, or it may last only long enough to hear the last tick of the ugliest clock in the universe.
The human heart.
( Come on inside. I've got beer )
And so, a series of essays may become a novel. This novel may become my life. and my life, for what it's worth or meaning, may last forever, or it may last only long enough to hear the last tick of the ugliest clock in the universe.
The human heart.
