Gloria’s in the Attic (30:30)
Ah – the magic typewriter. The magic of the typewriter, the magic falling and spilling and exuding from her keys, and I say her because I am sure she is a girl and I have (long ago) given a name to my typewriter which sits quietly on a small table in the attic room with…
Shower the People You Love
I am about to ask you to become a Patron of mine. A someone who supports my devotion to and efforts at creativity – in my particular case as a writer and an artist. And as an artist working in both oils and acrylic, drawing with pencil and charcoal. Working at keyboards and coffee shop…