Ishtar

11:37p

And all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity, yet I find a reason to have this glow of the laptop luminosity shine upon my unshaven grin giving life to the second half of my evening. There are no leaves of grass inspirations to share tonight, but maybe I search for some kind of respect, an 'o'captain my captain yelp might be a bit on the dramatic side, but I feel like I deserve it. We will see how the weekend plays out.
I am contemplating the efforts of marketing this blog. Yet, devilish side of me sitting on my left shoulder says to keep this to yourself, at least until this kettle starts to warm up. I have my reasons for writing in this forum; however I have yet to discover the words to describe exactly why. Let's be patient now. I'm not looking to make any pulitzer prize speeches in the next week, that would sound more like a canned presentation, not having the war stories explaining my struggles to find those exact works to give my novel it's recognizable personality, or the branding of sorts that would describe me as the next Ian Flemming, or if God would allow for another JD Salinger, let me be that. Cooks have their burnt corn muffin stories. Architects have their failed project horrors. Dustin Hoffman has his Ishtar. Let me have my blog.

That's the news and I am outta here.

11:53p End