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Started July 1st 2019 for contests, etc. as other blogs are filling up and have other purposes. I'm starting a new blog because
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I've started an appendix (I no longer have one personally) to keep track of my Space Cadet journals for Space Blog. It's a work constantly under construction. Mind the mess.
I needed to start a folder for contests as there are so many deadlines and details to remember.
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As I commented to Brian: "I pick up the 'trash'. Of course, that can be meant various ways. I've taken in refugees and friends and others. No longer, because my place is too small, but I took in people for years. I've also been taken in. I believe in connections. When I travel I connect people all the time. This past year though... In other ways... I wear second hand clothes, buy food that's about to expire, use grocery bags as garbage bags. I've written poems from trash I picked up, written poems about people being treated like trash. I know a thing or two about trash." "Trash.1 (after the melt)" "Picking up the trash" "'bargain basement bin'" Blog comments left for: 8. ripglaedr3 9. amethyst78 10. sumojo 11. eager2write 12. marvinschrebe 13. pandapaws214 14. nannamom 48 calm degrees after midnight. I'm not Prinz Charmin. I'm not Laud Likable. It's hard to survive in the world without connections and I don't seem to do well in that category in spite of (or because of) reaching out to others. I feel overwhelmingly lonely some days. 49 degrees at 10:30. It may be a cool damp day. River is rising. Lost in thoughts. Back to my program, "Lovely Writer". 50 degrees hazy? at 12:34. I need to write "Sloughing Off Old Skin". Whether it's a short story or novella or screen play it doesn't matter. A bird must dare to fly to leave its nest. For a snake to grow it must cast off old skin. Like it or not, a caterpillar spins a cocoon to become a butterfly. It was time for me to brave the Unknown." I'm not getting much done. 49 degrees at 4 p.m. Never did warm up. Rain + sun = rainbows. 44 degrees at 8 p.m. |