A completely unrelated picture. I need unrelated to work things right now.

I really like the word confessional. The Third Sunrise is a confessional memoir. What does this mean? What does exhibitionist mean? What does honest mean?

These all have definitions and are without definitions.

Human beings all have definitions and we are without definitions.

I am frustrated and stressed out. This is a time in which I am likely to glare at you if you talk to me.

When I was ten years old I would read under the covers, voraciously and all night, I would think to myself, "one day, one day, I will write a book" and all I wanted was for people to read my words. And so here it is. What a bloody trip. The whole thing.

I need a deterrent today; time to start a fiction novel before starting all three of the articles due in October. The book is in good form. Am I?