​“good weather
is like
good women--
it doesn’t always happen
and when it does
it doesn’t
always last.” 

― Charles Bukowski, 
Poems written before jumping out of an 8 story window

​Good Morning Everyone,

Don't shoot it's only me, your little letter writing or in this case email writing friend from Red Bank. It just seems that the more that things change the more they stay the same, whether it be for the good or whether it be for the bad just what it is and nothing more. Though there are times when just a little bit of excitement just might be in order, not too much excitement but just enough to keep things interesting.

Though I better not see that too loud, though, because you never know what forces might be listening, who can change things in a heartbeat. I know that sounds rather strange or paranoid, but at this point, it just seems the only thing that I can do is just hope that one of these days I'll be able to lead a quiet productive literary life that I've always dreamed about but never have quite been able to get a hold of.

There was a time in my life when I thought that by the time I reached this point in my life, I would at least be able to make a comfortable living at my writing, but at this point, the only thing that I can say is that working for the circus is not the way that I had my life planned.

Yet again with all the people that I know, I don't know of anyone who can honestly say that their life is going the way that they had planned. While these things happen, and they always will be happening, because how many people when they look back on their lives could honestly say that their lives had turned out the way that they had planned very few if any I'm sure.
Yet, even in the best of times, or what seem to be the best of times, there is always room for improvement. So, even if things are going well, they really aren't going all that well, if there is always room for improvement. Either way, the only thing left to do is just to go with it all.

Right now, trying something slightly different with the Dragon, so if the font looks slightly different, that's the reason, because if I can notice the difference that I'm sure that there will be those amongst you will also notice the difference, not that it's that big of a deal, but it is something to notice.

Either way, at least I'm getting this done, and is a whole lot better than my penmanship, for those of you will have seen my penmanship, atrocious is probably the best way to describe my handwriting. There are times when even I have not been able to decipher some of my scroll, and think that it would've been next to impossible for the military intelligence analysts to decipher what it was that I was trying to say. That's pretty sad to say the least.

At the rate things are going right now, I may have to put the Dragon to bed, because there are just times when even with the best of intentions, sometimes doing things the old-fashioned way, sometimes just might be the best way. But I do want to keep up with the use of this as best as I can, and today or later on today, being that is my day off, I may try and spend a couple of hours with this, just to try and keep up with what skills that I have established with this, and to gain even more skill and confidence with this. I think at this point, it's just a question of gaining more and more confidence in what it is that I'm trying to get accomplished with this.

In the meantime, it’s all good. I have to keep telling myself that it is all good, because if I don’t, then I will find myself slipping into despair, and that would not be a good thing.

Well maybe it will not be that bad, but at this point in my life I do not want to be taking any chances, I am getting to old to be taking any chances that I need not be taking. So it is all good.

​Sipping my coffee,
and thinking of a time in my life when things seemed to be a lot less complicated,
or I like to think that they were,
but no matter what really happened,
it always seems that we remember the good things,
and fewer of the hard times.

​“Isolation is a gift. Everything else is just a test of your endurance. You will be alone with the Gods. Your nights will flame with fire.” 

― Charles Bukowski

​Good Morning All of You Caffeine Junkies,

Ludwig van Beethoven, another popular German musician has also been a great coffee lover. He was very scrupulous when brewing coffee and each time he prepared it, Beethoven counted out exactly 60 beans for his cup.

I have posted this before, but it bares repeating, since not only was Ludwig a great coffee lover, I also find him interesting, not only as a composer whom I love, but was a bit off beat, as most creative people usually are.

He was so off beat in fact, or at least this is what legend has been given us, that he could be at a party, or some other gathering, get this quizzical look about him, and the just walk off in the middle of a conversation that he would be having. It would be passed off as just Ludwig being Ludwig, and no one would give it much thought, unto someone would ask, ‘Where is Ludwig?’

So inevitably he would be found sitting at a piano, which most homes, at least in the middle and upper reaches of society had at that time, trying to work out a melody that had come to him before it got lost.

Now, the sad part is, that if Mr. Beethoven were alive today, he would be placed on some sort of medication and forced to go into therapy. It just goes to show you how times have changed since he time of Beethoven. Brilliance can often be confused with mental illness, but not all people who have mental illness are brilliant. This is another story for another time and for another place.

So it goes. Press on regardless.

Yours In The Spirit Of The Bean,

Lee

​

​Good Morning All of You Hipsters,

I never practice my guitar — from time to time I just open the case and throw in a piece of raw meat. ∞

Wes Montgomery

So it goes. Press on regardless.

Yours In The Spirit Of The Music,

Lee

​When the world that I live in gets to be to real,
and the thoughts of a life filled with words and music,
light and the love of a good women,
it seems that there are things that are worth living for after all,
but when you are in the middle of things that are less then perfect,
it seems that the only thing left to do,
is to take a step back,
take a deep breath,
and just keep on doing all of the things that need to be done.

​I try to remember all of the things that I have forgotten,
but it would be safe to say,
that the reason that I forgot it, 
was that it was not worth remembering to begin with.

​Good Morning Everyone,

All that I am hoping for right now is that I will be able to get through the next two or three weeks to my vacation, and that I will, I hope, be able to take at least one day and simply do nothing but to try and recharge my batteries as it were. Well at least that is the idea, but the only thing that I can do right now is just get from here to there, in the hope that there will be that time of rest.

As for everything else, well it is still a case of the more that things change, the more that they stay the same. Not a very exciting life that I am leading right now, but is the only one that I have right at the moment. It is not that I can go to the life store and buy the upgrade. I do not think that it is something that works that way. Though I do wish that it were that easy, but it isn’t. 

So it goes. Press on regardless.

Faithfully Yours,

Lee

​"A writer's problem does not change. It is always how to write truly and having found out what is true to project it in such a way that it becomes part of the experience of the person who reads it."

— Ernest Hemingway 

​Good Morning All of You Caffeine Junkies,

The 'Night Train' has already been a crazy ride for me. We flew around making TV appearances and stadium announcements all over the country, fueled by little more than coffee and adrenaline... so many fans jumped on board with us, and I couldn't be more thankful. 

Jason Aldean

So it goes. Press on regardless.

Yours In The Spirit Of The Bean,

Lee

​Sometimes, 
the best that I can do, is nothing at all,
but even then,
that seems to be to much.

Knowing not what else to do with myself,
I just write for hours,
just to end up getting rid of half of what it was that I though that I was going to be able to use,
for better or worse.

​Will I ever be happy?

Will I ever be happy?
Or is it wrong to try and reach out for more?
There is northing that I have,
or anything that I will need,
that cannot be replaced.
I am trying to keep all of this in its proper place,
even when it seems that I should be doing something more.
What else is there?

That can be any easy question,
without any easy answer.

​"All things truly wicked start from an innocence." 

— Ernest Hemingway 

​"They can't yank a novelist like they can a pitcher. A novelist has to go the full nine, even if it kills him."

 — Ernest Hemingway 

​Good Morning All of You Caffeine Junkies,

Once you wake up and smell the coffee, it's hard to go back to sleep. 

Fran Drescher

So it goes. Press on regardless.

Yours In The Spirit Of The Bean,

Lee

​Good Morning All of You Hipsters,

Dance music-as I keep saying, you can dance to a windshield wiper… a windshield wiper that’s fairly steady gives you a beat and all you need is an out-of-tune playing ‘Melancholy Baby’ and you’ve got dance music. ∞

Artie Shaw

So it goes. Press on regardless.

Yours In The Spirit Of The Music,

Lee

​Good Morning Everyone,

I always seem to be playing beat the clock. Well there are worse things in life I am sure, but the one thing that I know right now is that there are just something’s that are out of our control.

Do any of you have any suggestions about time management? It seems that it is always just slipping away from me. 

So it goes. Press on regardless.

Faithfully Yours,

Lee

​There seems to be times.

There seems to be times,
when the only thing that I am going to be able to do with my time,
is what I am doing right now,
and there are times when I am finding more words then what I can use, 
or not enough.
It just seems that I need to be writing,
just to find out what is really on my mind.

Will I ever find a place of my own,
that is clean,
well lit,
and that I can call my very own.
Not that where I am at is all that bad,
but it is not my own place.
It is just another case of there being room for improvement.    

Knowing that time,
or lack of it,
can either be our best friend,
or our worst enemy. 
Who will believe?

​“I need solitude for my writing; not 'like a hermit' - that wouldn't be enough - but like a dead man.” 

― Franz Kafka

Good Morning All of You Hipsters,

I’m sure critics have their purpose, and they’re supposed to do what they do, but sometimes they get a little carried away with what they think someone should have done, rather than concerning themselves with what he did. ∞

Duke Ellington

So it goes. Press on regardless.

Yours In The Spirit Of The Music,

Lee

​Good Morning Everyone,

Right now, I am just waiting for the bog storm that may or may not come, but at this point, it looks like we are going to get hit. How hard, well that remains to be seen. There is nothing more that I cam do about is except to write about it. The rest is out of my hands.

As for everything else, well it is just a case of the more that things change, the more that they stay the same. What an original idea, if this was one hundred years ago, and I even have my doubts about that. In the end, the only thing that I can do right now is to just wait and see what will happen with the weather, with work and with my writing. 

So it goes. Press on regardless.

Faithfully Yours,

Lee

Good Morning All of You Caffeine Junkies,

“I wear the universe backwards. 
I imagine putting stars in my 
coffee, and sugar in the sky. 
I imagine going fishing in clouds, 
and watching the sun hide 
behind lakes. I'm too busy dancing 
with my imagination to even tip toe 
with reality for a second. 

They say I'm going mad. 
They're right.” 

― D. Antoinette Foy

So it goes. Press on regardless.

Yours In The Spirit Of The Bean,

Lee

​“This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.” 

― Franz Kafka, Diaries of Franz Kafka

​In the meantime.

In the meantime, 
there are just some things that are better left out.
The question is,
what to leave in,
and what to leave out.
That is what makes a good writer a great writer