the place for all weird ramblings as created by the mad mind of tbaoo ..
my brain and brian is overpowered by long slow rolling dew spotted hills, the lush green tubular tufts of grass waving at me, in combination with other natural type thingy’s all strutting their smug pleasure in my face, as i drive down arthur avenue. the nuance of texture, colour and smells are the stuff of normal fiction, sometimes i think inserted simply to fill the pages. if i have to read about the buildings, the weather, the vegetation and other unnecessary soft and warm fluff throughout the book, i’ll scream. need more ?
this has sat in the document folder of two computers now and awaits release .. whether or not it does depends on the continued success of tbaoo, how soon i win the bloody lotto and finding a relaxing place in a 6 star hotel to write it. don’t wait at the shop counter just yet !!