Mary Faderan's Blog

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The dog is messing around with my tote bag. He's bored. So am I. I haven't a job to do today. I have no writing to do. I'll likely do stuff but nothing to crow about. This writig business is not good for me. I end up feeling sad and dying whenever I write something. So I'm trying it out - not writing anything. Perhaps these gremlins will leave me alone. Will they pick on something else I'm doing? THat's outrageous!