Where does the writing go?

I write and write and wonder.. where do these words go? I am not so sure about the order and logic of how things are organized here in this space. I am not sure I like the theme I have chosen either. I am open and brutally honest. Frankly, I’d like to be holed up someplace in a seedy little tavern with a smoke and shot of good whiskey. It reminds me of some younger days – not far from where my son is now. But that is another story.

If the writing is honest it cannot be separated from the man who wrote it. Tennessee Williams