This is the fourth entry on various blogs I have today -- for some strange reason, I can write very short paragraphs about my life, but I can't get back to writing my book.
Go figure (it's a Wisconsin thing, hard to explain, but it means I can't explain it, but try to come up with an explanation.).
My editor on a weekly paper had a problem with that comment when I quoted someone saying that. He wanted everyone to speak with precise English. Smirks -- its never going to happen.
There's a new publication in town that I promised the editor I would put something on paper for him. Hasnt happened. Not likely to at the moment., either.
I have met some new folks in the last week. Happy to have them welcome me into their life.
In other news, the job front still sucks. Perhaps I need to get someone to look at my resume to see if anyone is still interested in hiring an old fogey to be their secretary. Especially a male old fogey.
- Writing til I can't write no more
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