Revision, n. The process of revising. The action or process of reviewing, editing and amending. In his third revision of the manuscript, the author pulled out what left of his hair. In the months ahead I will be revising my novel. The task in daunting. Like any challenge, I take pride in embracing the process … Continue reading Revision – Post 40 by Gavin Lakin
Losing Touch: The Collateral Damage of Time’s Iniquity – Post 39 by Gavin Lakin
Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it. - Anais Nin Sipping the straw from a tall cup of A&W root beer, she leaned across the front seat to flip Silk Degrees to side two. With her narrow, tanned arm extended, and frizzy blond hair tinseled by filtered … Continue reading Losing Touch: The Collateral Damage of Time’s Iniquity – Post 39 by Gavin Lakin
Footprints: The Children of Earth Day – Post 38 by Gavin Lakin
Footprints: The Children of Earth Day – Post 38 by Gavin Lakin Earth does not belong to us; we belong to earth. Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints. - Chief Seattle On a sweltering June 1971 San Fernando Valley morning, children in bell bottoms and paisley skirts, with flaxen long hair or brunette … Continue reading Footprints: The Children of Earth Day – Post 38 by Gavin Lakin
Oh, Shall We Be Bookish About the ‘70s? – Post 37 by Gavin Lakin
As a teenager surrounded by the decade’s Human Potential zeitgeist, the books on my nightstand were not Roth or Goldman or Updike. Nor were they Rice, Rossner or Butler. Once, as a younger child, I absorbed stories, seeking meaning through an animal’s dilemma, a friendship in trouble, parents fighting. But I was being pulled toward … Continue reading Oh, Shall We Be Bookish About the ‘70s? – Post 37 by Gavin Lakin
“Brenda Livens Up Her Day; Semi-Automatically – Post 26”; My Annual Re-Posting of a Unrelenting, Contemporary Topic – Post 36 by Gavin Lakin
When the framers of the Constitution guaranteed the right to bear arms, the arms were muskets – not a Bushmaster XM15-ES2 and a Glock 20SF, each able to render first-grade children into bloody pieces in a manner of seconds.