I wasn't sure if I had posted one yet. But as far as fund raising for me to keep me swimming along as a writer Kossacks really came through.
Thank you again Kossacks for coming through on getting me out of financial and mental doldrums. I’ve had some setbacks as far as getting my book itself written but I’m using that time for more citation research.
Thought I would play with free writing:
The sky is ever present, usually peppering you with a reminder if its presence with rain or ice. Barring projectiles, a wind that can steal your breath or, even worse, your warmth. The sky becomes the enemy of the homeless. Something you need protection from but must gamble with the lodging gods in order to win the motel lottery.
The age of the motor hotel is over. Replaced instead, by rooms frayed by time and wear.
To start off there will be something wrong with every room, it is just a matter of manner and number of failures that is important. The better ones, neat and free of mold. The worse ones, sites of vermin, fungus, and intermittent hot water.
In both the NCIS is a 24 hour channel in chiaroscuro on the tube TV. And the sirens on the telley can not be distinguished from the ones outside. A good view is some blackberry scrub and the roof of a garage. The bad view is the strobe of a bubble gum machine that never seems to leave.
Even in the best of places in our price range can do little about the tweaker woman that opens the door to her room every quarter of an hour to belt out a line to a Loretta Lynn tune. But if that is the only problem there that place is a gold mine.
Fare is sometimes limited to what can be eaten cold and bought with food stamps, but most of the motels are a long hike from a proper grocery store making the choices utilitarian and mostly monotonous from mini markets tucked into a corner here and there.
Mornings are greeted with a first thought of “When is check out?” followed by “Am I paid up for today?”