I Have An Idea 💡 


I have an idea. I create poems inspired by these writing prompts and create a poetry book from it. The selling price, 1 dollar. 

That doesn’t seem to unrealistic, does it?

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Foxfire 

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I read this one about 2 weeks ago, and this one really surprised me. Foxfire: Confessions of a Girl Gang, by Joyce Carol Oates. I remember checking this one out during my community college stint and I never got around to reading it. I gave it another go and I liked it.

This one takes place in the 1950’s but you quickly forget that. The women in this novel are treated horrendously, not just by their families, but by the men in their community as well. They get so fed up with it, the decided to exact their own brand of justice by forming a gang called Foxfire. Unfortunately, their brand of justice doesn’t land on the right side of the law and a few of their own land up behind bars.

I liked it so much that if I had the money, I would buy it and add it to my collection.

 

 

It Was A Reading Kind Of Night

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I was able to withstand the delicious urge of sleepiness and not only get a few pages written out, but also able to put a dent (100 pages read) in my current read, The Grapes of Wrath, by John Steinbeck.

This one is a tricky read; Steinbeck really knew how to describe everything; he really went on for paragraphs describing a person, and their mannerisms.

I have about 300 more pages to go, but I should be okay. In the first 100 pages banks are monsters, a preacher doesn’t want to preach anymore because he was only doing it for the girls, a family is run-off their land and heads to California for a new life, and a man who just got released from prison is violating his parole to travel with his family. Did I mention that all of this takes place during the The Dust Bowl Era, the 1920’s. It seems like all of this could pop up in my Facebook feed today.

There Used To Be More

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My current collection of books, and I love every one of them. I use to have a heck of a lot more, but I had to commit the great sin of all book lovers- I had to sell some of them. I didn’t want to, but I had to feed my family somehow and at the time that was it.

These current reads are most near and dear to me. Many of them are my Jack Kerouac books and many of My Beat Generation faves. Those will never ever be sold. There are some things that are absolutely sacred, and Kerouac and his gang are just that, sacred.

 

 

Resisting The Urge

The Next Read

The Next Read

I in my 50 pages way earlier than I expected, I woke up at 10am and I finished by 11am. I am a little weirded out by that pace and a part of me wants to pick up Nook and read as much as I can. But, I resist.

I would normally go for it and possibly burn myself out, but I am attempting to make changes and one of them is about self-control, discipline.


Finished

My Writing Idol!

My Writing Idol!


I did it! I finished the book, yippee for me. It was a total of 367 pages and at 100 pages read a day I was able to read it in 3 and half days. I predicted it and I did it, a good feeling of accomplishment.

What did this book teach me? I learned that like Kerouac, I too have traveled the road and like Kerouac I know that I want to write. I think I need to think back on my trips to San Francisco.