Category Archives: EDGAR AND I

Someone just got back from Baltimore, black trappings in their grief and bent from sorrow. Then, we have a special dinner, an after dinner drink and conversation.  The night is quiet, somber as we reflect. Man has not changed in … Continue reading →

As I read into Alias Grace, Edgar is finetuning his absinthe-glazed grin with the horror of murder and bodies disassembled and beautiful women swathed in bloodsoaked sheets.  He likes that I write more in period style, with the wafting of … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Here we sit at two in the morning, Edgar with his Absinthe, me dying for a goblet of Chartreuse, with an overflowing bowl of candy untouched by rotting corpse fingers or a witch’s green claws.  Not a ghost, goblin or … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Though he and I have not been close this long past year, I think of him and find a whisper of an answer in my writing style and language used of late. Not straightforward like Marquez, nor influenced as yet … Continue reading → Continue reading →

So the buzz from the office isn’t the hard drive or the fan going on the fritz; it’s Edgar. Seems he’s a bit perturbed because I haven’t spent much time at the computer and he thinks I’ve stopped writing.  I … Continue reading → Continue reading →

As a writer, I am a blotter.  In reading I absorb the ink out of the words, suck it in, place it aside and it marks my own clean sheets of paper. If I read contemporary literature, I come closer … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I realize I have not been posting anything in this category for a while, and really, it is just because things between Edgar and I have been sort of up and down lately. I’ve really no complaints, except perhaps about … Continue reading → Continue reading →

He is laughing. He thinks I don’t hear him, but I do. It is not the warp-speed winds we are having, nor the crows that squat from the cold to look like their large-headed raven cousins. It is him. I … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I don’t seem to have control lately, but I’ve found a friend in Edgar. Patiently he waited, watching me work, helpless and floundering in my efforts. Single-minded focused on one thing only, I am prey and he is predator. He … Continue reading → Continue reading →