CHANNILLO
Series Description:
Unpublished novelist, picky reader, Shakespeare-obsessed movie addict moans for the company of other writers, groups, guilds, readers, listeners, on-lookers, acquaintances, or random strangers. Will also accept a small, intimate gathering of stuffed animals around a tiny tea table for commiseration.
Or, just read the scathing, potentially humorous rantings.
Just a writer writing about writers...writing. And some other stuff in there somewhere.
Caution: I use adult language. While I loathe excessive and gratuitous cursing and sexual situations in writing, I talk like a sailor in real life. I will try to do my best to keep it tastefully direct. Try.
Category/Genre(s): Journal Entries, Essays/Columns, NonfictionUpdated: Weekly
Status: Completed
Author Bio For G.J. Jensen:
A writer of novels, shorts, diatribes, requested documents, and other accoutrements.
Living in a "cultural wasteland," bereft of others of the same species, the wandering Writer finds resources in the dumpster corners of the degrading city where home is located.
Through a fractured kaliascope of nature and nuture, self-important musings arise.
Series Description:
Unpublished novelist, picky reader, Shakespeare-obsessed movie addict moans for the company of other writers, groups, guilds, readers, listeners, on-lookers, acquaintances, or random strangers. Will also accept a small, intimate gathering of stuffed animals around a tiny tea table for commiseration.
Or, just read the scathing, potentially humorous rantings.
Just a writer writing about writers...writing. And some other stuff in there somewhere.
Caution: I use adult language. While I loathe excessive and gratuitous cursing and sexual situations in writing, I talk like a sailor in real life. I will try to do my best to keep it tastefully direct. Try.
Category/Genre(s): Journal Entries, Essays/Columns, NonfictionUpdated: Weekly
Status: Completed
Author Bio For G.J. Jensen:
A writer of novels, shorts, diatribes, requested documents, and other accoutrements.
Living in a "cultural wasteland," bereft of others of the same species, the wandering Writer finds resources in the dumpster corners of the degrading city where home is located.
Through a fractured kaliascope of nature and nuture, self-important musings arise.