Myself, Buck, and Madge
I don’t fuck Buck. Buck and Madge don’t fuck. I don’t care who fucks Buck. There are no children in Madge.
Howard Jones
Howard Jones. Howard Jones is going to die today. And I didn’t want to do it.
There is no Bob. There is no Martha.
There is no Bob. There is no Martha.
There is no Bob. There is no Martha.
Richard Fresno shouldn’t have my ethnic queen.
This narrator of this fiction writes: Richard Fresno shouldn’t have my ethnic queen. (I must be dignity to me.)
Don’t talk at Little Orphan Annie.
Don’t talk at Little Orphan Annie. She’s fictional. And also don’t charge me her.
Richard Fresno thought
Richard Fresno thought, those Italian immigrants that arrived turn-of-the-century… their grandkids, they look like Elvis.
Frankly, Richard Fresno had a century-wide problem.
“So—my cousin Donald Dio McDonald should be dead.”
“So—my cousin Donald Dio McDonald should be dead,” Lady Rae began.
It’s just factual.
In fact,
I type:
So, by now my cousin Donald Dio McDonald should be dead. (If you a reading this message, and receiving its meanings.
Informing myself aloud: “The guy from that short story was trying to escape his family.”
Also—I—The Fiction Writer—had projected—the guy from that short story was trying to escape his family.
Journey to the Center of Testing Materials
Early 2007. I was contracted to write a syllabus and testing materials about Jules Verne’s novel JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH.
Twenty-something JillWrites reads Julian Barnes.
Twenty-something JillWrites reads the Julian Barnes novel FLAUBERT’s PARROT. 🦜
Corporate Guy on Business in California
It is the late 70s, the 80s, the 90s.
Corporate Guy is on business in California.
“Notes on Richard Fresno” is an historical adventure.
“Notes on Richard Fresno” is an historical adventure.