In providing you with this secret, sensitive information, I must first forewarn you that most of my work, all of it, really, is unpublished and of all the many hundreds or thousands of writings that I have composed, perhaps as many as forty are no longer in my possession. I have lost a few over the years-some to accident, some to other things...none of which are all that important right now. All that remains, then, now that the prefatory matter is concluded, is to merely list the things I have written. Not, naturally by title, but by category and number. Here are those figures, then (and remember, they are just estimates, I have not yet obtained the true amounts):
Novels: about five...of which four are completed.
Stories and Short Stories: 239, at least...of which seventy are completed.
Songs: 749....of which most are only on tape in audio recordings, they are not, most of them written down.
Poems: 100...of which about 50 are completed.
Essays: 250...of which about 100 or more are completed.
Autobiographical episodes: 59...of which probably 29 are completed.
Sketches (both short plays and very short stories): 75....of which 12 are completed.
Jokes, comical routines, puns, etc: About 350...of which just about all (both audio only and written only) are complete.
Journalism and Diarism (that is, journal and log and diary entries): 157...of which all about ten are completed, perhaps.
And the list, of current and ancient material, stretching back to at least 1992, goes on. And on, and on. On top of all of this plenteous literary or poetic material, there is also about 1000 story and novel ideas, layouts, notes, etc. Truly, I am one of the most productive and prolific and prolix writers, ever. Yet still unknown, even on here...on sweet ol' blogspot.com. And besides all this, and not to be overly arrogant or self-inflating, but: there is also many other talents that I possess. Too many, really. And in most of them I am unfortunately rather rusty. Like my improvisational, impromptu, improvisatory talents, for instance. Yet once, they were there. And now, they are latent at best. I could of course easily trace the origins of this, but that is not the point of this. Being a list is the point and reason for being of this. On this subject there is nothing more to say. At least, not now.
Stories, essays, logs, notes, addenda, puns, songs, poems, descriptions, satires, travelogues, memoirs, comedies, jokes, sociopolitical philosophy, criticism, amateur jurisprudence, etc. etc.
I proudly introduce to you....my web-log!
Hello, and welcome. You have arrived at a web-log on the Internet. I talk about and write about a great deal of elements essential to life and art and all that (not the show, of course!). Please feel free to read, enjoy and comment-all the while being engrossed by my op-ed pieces and criticisms and witticisms and descriptions, etc. And maybe even getting an all-access pass in time to visit my alternate blog: Well, thank you very much immensely for visiting and please remark. Either way, read on and tell me what you think. Bye!
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