What a world, This was a literary challenge of journalism and forcing myself to write or defeat writer's block, or the drop a hand through the concept made by Mary Kelly.
This ain't meant to be fully read, this was not designed for that, this was designed for me to learn to write whatever. No matter how offensive or vulgar the thought, it's out now, it's the stuff you do when you say that you're a writer.
All self-edited, ideation made.
Entertainers like Harlan Ellison, Mark Twain and Cory Doctorow have all done it amongst their ventures, such words are meant to be read by a select view and then moved along.
Have decided that I don't care if I do a political essay on my stream, and along with not knowing that I can't really make money. Not that there has been any opportunity.
This was the advantage, as much as it was.
I'll see if I can offer around. Keeping this charity up.
I may write less (Since a post a day is arbitrary as it is.)
I will have to refresh my own strategy or posting and what to post within my head.
The impact of literature; words as an art form as made it's brush with me experientially.