Well, it must be winter because I’m beginning to get interested in prose writing. All of a sudden Henry Miller has seeped into my consciousness again. I’m ready to fire off on a prose work. Ideas are beginning to percolate in my head. All of a sudden the cool weather has begun to fire my soul
Start to stress the prose
wee short story or fable
the words write themselves
Humorous Relief
I resort to laughter when life gets ridiculous, unanticipated, or just wrong. I have to come at items sdewise to keep from screamng and using bad language or too poignant rhetoric.
bad language can be fun,
bad language can be fun, though--and often cathartic.