Annoying not to be able to cut-and-paste from what one has written and gone over earlier--Convinces one that blogging takes too much time when one should be writing, as if for that amorphous posterity. If anyone can tell me the trick, I'd be grateful.
If anyone anywhere should read my blog, please let me know, and where you are.
For this instant, after a murky summer, I can report that the water off our splintery dock is clear, can see all the seaweed on the muddy-sand bottom. Interrupted re-organizing and rewriting within my latest manuscript-for-a-full-sized book,I took a brief walk, en route discovering the only flowers around: dime-sized yellow blossoms. Too tiny for daffodils, too few petals. Enough for gratitude.
And though I will not discuss politics international or domestic within this blog, I am angry about Egyptian Salafist forces taking on the Coptic Christians, reputedly the few non-corruptable citizens in the country.
And I have discovered a new literary journal, Red Ochre Lit.
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