by Kenneth Clay
Because of details that I will not share, for about three-and-a-half years, I was in constant fear. I remember hiding in my room with the door shut as a storm blew in the house. I remember being constantly afraid of being kicked out of my house, because of my...
by Kenneth Clay
It’s eleven at night and I’m chain-smoking, and blasting Nine Inch Nails while I write this. Today has been a very eventful day. And come to think of it, all of my days have been eventful lately. I woke up to a text from a friend we’ll call, John:...
by Kenneth Clay
Since I was little, I would always do things my own way. I would pave my own path, a new path. I remember being six-years-old and wanting snacks, but it wasn’t 10 A.M. yet. So, in my childhood wisdom, I changed the clocks to 10 A.M. and I got that snack. My mom...
by Kenneth Clay
Hello there. I want to update this blog once a week, every Friday. But tonight it’s 2 A.M. and I’ve been struck with inspiration, so enjoy! Since finishing my novel H, I’ve been at a standstill. Where should I go? What should I do? I have several...
