I used to post here

[Father Luke]

I remember finding this group, a long time ago.

By the time I had found it, everyone who used to populate it had moved
away from here.

Occcasionally I will see someone from the group who was here before me.
It's nice to know that someone created this place.

I'm looking around here at the small-town I know.

Over there is the Sherrif's office.
There's the Odd Fellow's Hall.
A bit further out of town is the Cemetary
where I burried Doc Bean.

There is a history here I created.

One day I will get around to writing about it.

One day . . .

Okay,
Father Luke
When everyone else has gone, this will still be my
own private Journal News Froup. Welcome to my Paradise . . .

[Jeff Jewett]

Elements of Style by Strunk and White.

okay

[Jeff Jewett]

I need inspiration. . Like a hitchhiker who dosen't care where they
end up, I need a ride as far as that ride will take me. Right now
I'm on a desert road with my thumb out. Here comes a bad memory. I
put my thumb down. Look at the smog that thing is putting out. I
choke on it's exhaust as I let it pass and spit out the knot that
became stuck in my throat. Here comes something funny. I put my thumb
down. It can't be that funny, it's moving way too slow; although I
take a good look at it as I let it pass. Next time. For a long long
time I have walked this road with my thumb out. In all the time I have
hitched, I have been followed. The windows are tinted and it stays far
enough in the distance that I cannot see what model it is. As along
as I don't care where I end up, when that one picks me up it will take
me all the way.

[Father Luke]

Jeff Jewett wrote:
> I need inspiration.

Try: alt.fiction.original

Google it.

I mean if you are
serious about your writing.

--
Father Luke

[Jeff Jewett]

Father Luke wrote:

>
> Try: alt.fiction.original
>
Got it. My pieces will start here and then I'll transfer them. I like
it here. Recovery is a beautiful name for a small town, no?

[Jeff Jewett]

I click on start a new topic. Subject: I left it blank. Little
Black Cursor, blinking, waiting....white space listening, wanting.
Little Black Cusor pumps, it pumps. It is prepared to leave behind
codes from my thoughts like a trail of crumbs from my consciousness.
Little Black Cursor, a God in this world of white. Nothing comes
before it, ever. It pumps, it must,everything that gives birth pumps.
Might as well leave the subject blank

[Pensandpad]

Weird. I was just thinking of coming over here to post at ya'. Have
seen your beacon, see. Pray everythings ok. Father, thanks for the
inspiration and guiding me to AFO. Weird thing about writing,
writers block is supposed to be a bad thing, but it blocks everything
out that's bad. I need this. Sincerely, thank you.

Your friend,

Jeffrey Scott Jewett