Stories and Novels

It was raining the many times I woke this morning but I persevered until Iā€™d slept in. At nine I was up and charging the laptop. It was still cool and raining off and on, but it looks like the worst of it has passed.

I fired up my little laptop and worked on ā€œ71 Impala,ā€ which I still think might make a novel. I wrote some more on it this evening, as well as started another read-through of Naked in the Road. There are always lots of things to change.

About Barry Pomeroy

I had an English teacher in high school many years ago who talked about writing as something that people do, rather than something that died with Shakespeare. I began writing soon after, maudlin poetry followed by short prose pieces, but finally, after years of academic training, I learned something about the magic of the manipulated word.
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