I am a person who likes the truth. I don't like sugar coated excuses,or silly platitudes. Tell it to me straight.
We live in a world where those who tell the truth are called cynics and the lessor charge, blunt.
The reason I write is for fun, entertainment, and because here I can tell the truth. There are too many consequences in my life if I tell the truth. I have to use the little fibs as grease in human relations to paper over those with hurt feelings. It's a shame, but that's how it is. I don't want to live under a bridge so I cooperate with people because that is what is necessary to interact. Flattery is important as well. I don't like it, but there it is.
So, am I dishonest? Yes, in the sense that I say what I could say to keep myself and keep my family in bread and butter. But in another sense I am honest in that I once agreed to take care of my family and I do that.
So here is where I get to tell the truth.
My favorite author is Flannery O'conner (1925-1964). My favorite story of her's is "in the temple of the holy ghost."
She is quite eloquent in her brutally candid depiction of human nature at its worst. Read her stories at your own risk!
Thanks for your time and attention.
- Member since April 12, 2009.
- My mood is , and quote is "perplexed".
- I am a 63 year old man from Nebraska (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm painting, reading.
- I am in the groups A Writers Group, Over The Hill Gang, Write to Live Live to Write
- I have 212 comments, 24 poems, 7 stories, 4 journals
My Stories
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Across the street , I could see the city mission's neon sign flashing the old “Jesus Saves” sign as the bums outside warmed their hands on
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300 words, 14 comments, January 25
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Notice from the company directors.1400 words, 8 comments, November 21, 2009
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I didn't get to my office until 11 am. Last night's orgy of cookies and milk makes an old P.I. slow the next day, in this city of broken dr
My Poetry
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Dreams, the nasty creatures
So, after a long and weary day, -
I am now wary of the wisdom of children.
It takes my unawares and pins me to the earth<100 words, 5 comments, November 4, 2009 -
God dives deep into my messy heart.
Turns it to him with his great art.
My journal entries
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Well, the 12 inches of snow ruined our christmass plans, and I have spent 3 days blading snow with little sleep. But now if there is no more snow I have 3 days off. My wife just got out of the hospital last week with lung infections and was furious with me for leaving her alone for 3 days. But I remind her tha
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Here I am on the wind-swept plains of Nebraska at 06:15 am behind my computer screen listening to Marzart on public radio. It's grey and rainytoday all day. Our pet rabbits are looking out the windows into the yard wishing, no doubt, that they could be out running with their wild counterparts on the grass though
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Okay, I'm doing what the advisor told me I should do, and this will make things better. Wednesday, Sept. 30, 2009, Gretchen (my wife) began talking in an odd way again. It is someway out of joint? I mean it is hard to describe, but it is like an old recording with pieces missing. It is the oddest thing. Something
Guest Book
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Marta. on June 27, 2009Stopped by and read all your stories because, i was in the read myself a good story mood.
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graybeard on May 16, 2009Just stopped in to say hey, and thank you for your comment and applause. As to the spelling of Eerie, this spelling means something spooky. Erie is the spelling for the lake. Anyway thanks again for the read, I really appreciate it.

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Elisabeth on May 16, 2009It is truly a pleasure to meet you. 1946 is a VERY good year
It is mine also
Any help you need, just ask - I'm a serial SW tragic
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Tricia3 : Welcome to Storywrite on April 12, 2009And thanks for reading my story.
Trish
