The Writing Life?

Can’t write every minute. Dozens of clocks are constantly running. Among them, responsibility occasionally bothers. Lately have needed to build the scaffolding depicted here, to support work platforms enabling the replacement of a 99-year-old piece of facia on the house next door to ours. Terrifying. Only word for it. A situation up there at the 22’ level of the top platform requiring self control and focus on the work at hand, or get the shakes. Not that much different from work on a story.

Joe Smolen

Joe C. Smolen, AKA L.W. Smolen is an Oregon Coast writer of insufficiently exaggerated notoriety. Never having been arrested, he lives with his wife Sherrie and the ghost of their black, Standard Poodle Rico Suave in a really pretty good, Prairie Style house they built themselves. Since the Literary Magazine Fleas on the Dog of Kitchener, Ontario has permanently stopped accepting submissions, in order to read L.W. Smolen’s 2021 short fiction, A Real Guy, you are referred to joecsmolen.com. Some of L.W’s other, subsequent short fictions are archived at Olive Tree Review, Ginosko, Cardinal Sins Journal, Wrath Bearing Tree, Wilderness House and etc. Kirkus reviews once interpreted his work favorably.

https://joecsmolen.com
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