All right, I tried to shirk my duties to this site of mine but could not seem to get to sleep. I lay with closed eyes and my over active mind raged against the darkness. Words formed into sentences, sentence into paragraphs, and both crashed against the quiet shore of white noise. Productivity stormed the shores and broke procrastinations front. Yet then again, I am not working on a piece of fiction and merely scribing a stream of consciousness.
Wesley A. Bridle comes from a rural upbringing on the New Hampshire Seacoast. A strong background in the blogging medium and a bigger interest in publishing forced his hand to create American NonFiction. We are pretty Jazzed.
Currently, Wesley resides in the star lined sidewalks of Hollywood. The change in climate is nice, but the world is still filled with mundane insanity. He will be sure to point it all out to you.
All right, I tried to shirk my duties to this site of mine but could not seem to get to sleep. I lay with closed eyes and my over active mind raged against the darkness. Words formed into sentences, sentence into paragraphs, and both crashed against the quiet shore of white noise. Productivity stormed the shores and broke procrastinations front. Yet then again, I am not working on a piece of fiction and merely scribing a stream of consciousness.
(Which strangely sounds self important. “Stream of consciousness”, it rolls off the tongue in an elegant manor, far unfitting of the meaning “Rantings of an self important know-it-all from a long line of self important know-it-alls”. )
God I hate blink 182, Just thought I would put that out there. Not that I don’t respect what they have done. Hey, I would like to party with Blink but I don’t want them to play the party. However, I do enjoy Mike Ness. Sometimes I love the functionality of Ipods and sometimes I hate inept errors.
WHAT TO DO NOW?