Had the opportunity yesterday to visit a marvelous, huge, used book store; that is, regrettably, going out of business. But, they are haveing such a clearance sale – and I found that, remarkably, I had a little folding stuff in my pocket.
I found reference books, for all manner of subjects (I purchased most), all centered, at that moment, on my quest.
I promised my son, a while back, that I would always be honest with him; that spills over into the rest of the world, ’cause something just may get back to him.
In the interest of keeping things honest, balanced as it were, in the universe…there is no way in hell I am ever going to be writting the great American (or Lesser Slabovian) novel.
I write silly stories that make me feel good, hopefully someone else along the way, as well.
It sometimes takes longer for the honesty/truth part to filter throught the universe and finally sink into my thick skull.
Got further adventures of Charly, Stephen and the Tijdelijke veiligheidstroepen (Temporal Security Forces) on one of their lesser, more important missions: Where have all the storytellers gone? That comeing to you tonight.
Peace out, pilgrims.