There were three things I saw that I don't think I'll ever forget. The first, seeing an old woman take off her hat, and a little live baby bird being under there...
He wrote every day, but he knew that no-one would read it. He knew this because he screwed up what he'd written each night and threw the paper balls toward his unlit fireplace.
- "Strip!" she said with relish, as I laid down a pair of threes on the table. Damn, I thought. And as I pulled the remaining flesh from my cheekbone...
Start now. Don't think about it, just write. Where did it start? Last week I guess. only last week. Yes that's it. At about midnight last Tuesday, at...