I was young; I was anxious; I was bound to an archaic concept of me.

She smoothed my mind and body with her sunny day thoughts and yoga softened hands.

I agreed to her assumptions and her understated demands.

That first summer we gloried in the eagerness of our interconnected loins. Each morning we smothered each other in...

>> USER: Good morning. Today I am interested in some aspects of historical Tibetan spiritual cultural literature. I have some questions for you. Ready to go?

>> ASSISTANT: Good morning! Yes, I'm ready to help you with your questions on historical Tibetan spiritual and cultural literature. Please go ahead and ask your...

Gloria: Many writers complain that they procrastinate on Facebook while they 'should' be writing.

But you. You just seem to scroll and scroll.

Gavin. Yep. I've seen it. Every day in the forums. They want to fix themselves. They distribute memes about it. They reach out for help from each other about it. Procrastination they call...

Liek the wind. April: Genre Writing is a Doorway Drug into the Matrix.

March delivery is in relentless word-token by word-token editing, here’s some backgrounding possibility for the April delivery.

Genre Writing is a Doorway Drug into the Matrix.

Gloria: There’s a guy sent me a message, he says you don’t reply to yours, he...

Gloria: Remind me again dear one, why do you write?

Gavin: Some say the purpose of life is to know ourself. I myself say little about that. But, let's assume for a moment that is the purpose of life. To know ourself. Now, surely, it follows that, writing is part of life, so the purpose of writing is to know ourself. With me so far?

What is the Value of Writing to its own Author?

I am thinking of an idea that popped into the mind of one of my characters. Gavin is a writer. His wife, Gloria, asks him, what does it even mean to be a good writer? Gavin replies:

“To be a good writer means to read other writing regularly and to never waver from the conviction that...

Gavin is a fictional character, he is a writer. Stuart is also a fictional character, he is a seeker after his own soul.

Gavin: I suppose ideas percolate out of silence. Stillness. I know it is so for me. More silence, more idea. But I imagine some others get ideas when things are very busy.

Sometimes I turn on the music to...

Gavin: Gloria, I think my writing is Crap. I feel it.

Gloria: That’s great. I love all of you.

Gavin: I know, that’s why I tell you these things. You value the crap times in me just as much as the exhilaration times. Don’t know what I’d do with you...

I was young; I was anxious; I was bound to an archaic concept of me.

She smoothed my mind and body with her sunny day thoughts and yoga softened hands.

I agreed to her assumptions and her understated demands.

That first summer we gloried in the eagerness of our interconnected...

The writer has been delivering his pieces on the web for almost 20 years. He always has a handful of readers but they come and go. He does nothing to attract readers, he just writes what his muse dictates.

He was in therapy about this for a couple of years. He wanted to understand why he does not market himself more, and why he does not...