These are the pointless ramblings that would take too long to post at www.biffmitchell.com. None of them are important and you really don't want to read any of this, so go away. Read somebody else's damn blog.
Just a quick couple of notes today. Author Marilyn Peake's newsletter for this month has an article by some crackpot named Biff about the Maritime Writer's Workshop and Literary Festival. Check it out here.
And tune back here tomorrow and for the rest of the week for Confessions of an Early 1970s Hippie at UNB.
And one last note ... autographed copies of The War Bug are now available at the UNB Bookstore.
posted by Biff at 2:23 p.m.
Biff Mitchell lives at the edge of the world. He has no life. He has no friends. Neighborhood children throw stones at his hovel. At night, Biff throws stones at his hovel. Someday Biff plans to write a book about a man who lives in a hovel that is stoned daily by neighborhood children who—through some magical twist of events—turn into snowmen. When Spring arrives, the man’s house melts.
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