I have just rewritten my short prose on a guy doing something nasty to a church in Linz. So I am productive. The problem with short prose is that you need a lot of small nice ideas to have enough material one day. I have four short stories so far. That is nothing.
I think the next one will be about trying to steal a bottle from the Bauernbergpark Man. He is the star of my Blog, so he will be the only real character in my short prose collection. Ha.
Maybe I even manage to write a poem today. For some reason I am having a good time, although my beloved one is very far away from me. Wait a moment. That's it. My sadness and loneliness gives me the kick on the dark side of the moon to be productive.
On the other hand it could also be the lime ice cream with blueberries I have consumed just a few minutes ago.
Yes drugs and loneliness. That feels good. Makes me feel young again.
So: What is left to do for today: Write a poem, write some short prose, make some plans for publishing some of the stuff, walk the dog, sleep. Ha
I'll do that. No time for stupid blogging any more.
Cu
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