problem solving

in many ways i am too self agrandizing.

recentally i've been having an existentialist crisis.
Oscar Zeta Acosta is, perhaps, my favorate novelist. he wrote three books before disappearing mysteriously. until recentally I've always held the notion that great authors come from great feats. as such, i've lost sight of wat it means to be a writer.

Tony. a great wall of a man sat, leaning back, feet purched upon his coffee table. pragmatic would not be a word one might describe this aching body. his features, though old, never tired of thought. in the melon of a head lies the wisdom of ages, of love, of magic. but most of all, it is the life of experiances: an explorer in a world explored. in hortonville, wi, i've found my Delphi.

thank you.

prologue

who cares? the story isn't about what happened prior; it's about the now (on 'now') in which the players act. if background is needed then it is only needed to establish setting, tone, pasing, or to frame the events -the interesting- events of the story. that said, this prologue is merely a history of an up coming story. truly a prologue of prologues. writen before the story has began. writen before the tale's undertaking. writen as a prelude to a parible.

is anyone reading?

for those hardened and curious, i will instill in you, my captive audiance, the start of a story - the section reserved for exclusion but editors

To start from the very begining would be to begin at the stare of my tale. instead let me begin by starting at the event just before the following enchantment...

yesternite = wednesday

so...
internets? finiky.
posting? sporotic.
thus? wednesday's blog is tonite.