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
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Published by darren thompson
hello invisible people,
I have lived well and continue to live well enough. I hope the same for you.
Writing during a pandemic with catastrophic wildfires, hurricanes, economic collapse, political strife, and toxic air means one tends to be pretty sedentary. I am reminded of our last trip to Cartagena, Colombia and the gang of sloths hanging out in the trees. Funny, I don't think sloths are ever behind schedule though.
The book, FALLEN, is near completion. I know I've said this before, but I am definitely in the final lap with it. Though, I have not settled on the publishing or marketing of it, yet. I am not even sure how I will use this website. Admittedly, I've been writing on this bit for the better part of ten years. My mind has been wrapped around some weird urban sci-fi-fantasy junk. Feels like a twisted premonition of what is happening today.
On another creative front, I am setting up a new website called: vomitpages.com which I am kind of excited about. These are writings and ramblings and musings of life when I am out of the flow with writer's block. There projects within projects there.
Oh, I live in the Columbia River Gorge of the PACIFIC NORTHWEST. My characters are way more interesting. thanks.
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