How to tell a story

How to tell a story

Sunday, August 2, 2015

SUNDAY. Baking bread: white for the oven, Whole wheat in the hopper.

Morning visit to Bob. I'll take an A;phaSmart for him and encourage him to write whatever the hell he wants ... but something. May want nothing. May use it if it is just sitting there. I will leave it no matter his reaction. Writers should write, even at the end, maybe especially at the end. And I will publish it unedited, but fixing typos, no matter what it is ... with an introduction. If I can gather his poems, I'd like to publish those as well. He has published a lot of journalism but I know of nothing else.

I think he lived on some sort of disability check ... maybe mental.

Except for his crazy moods from time to time, hyper active and irrational, I always enjoyed his company. His tastes were mine, by and large, and he always had interesting things to say.

Bread first. Visit later.

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