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February 24, 2013 by musehick

I am naming this Twenty-Twenty Week – all of my poetry blogs will be up to at least  twenty poems by the end of the week, and that lines me up to finish them all off at thirty poems next week. That comes to about thirty books of poetry given what I already have in the bag (obviously not counting the unlisted offline works) meaning in the region of ninety poems, which is not a bad batting average.

The next job after that is to bring home the bacon on all my flash fiction. It isn’t like I am going to stop writing anything smaller than a novel, but you know what I am ramping up to? What I am capable of? I am going to write a novel that kicks you so hard in the balls you find yourself in orbit and you will be wondering how the fuck you didn’t have your money on me as the most important fucking writer you have read.

Ah, does that sound arrogant? Have I sounded arrogant before and failed to deliver? Who cares? Take this for what it is – a mission statement. I have a lot of ideas that have been dawdling to fruition for the longest time, and I am ready to step up the gear. You heard it here first – those books that I have had on the backburner, which had the intellectual meat but lacked the pumping blood of soul leant by life experience, are going to be up and running as fast as they can.


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