Month: March 2017

Work, a meeting, my Son was visiting, and other excuses…

If all goes well, I will have this posted by midnight and this blog won’t technically be late, but it feels late. I really did work today and have a Hamburg Writers’ Group meeting, which turned into a brainstorming/moral support exchange with Chel. My son went home this morning; he’d been visiting and got to experience the days of no electric, a HWG meeting, time at the West Falls-Colden Library while I worked my shift, a Springville Griffith-Institute Board of Education meeting, the governor declaring a state of emergency for minor snow fall and various other bits of life over the course of a week.

I succumbed to the disease – or its part of the cult I’m in – and bought a selfie-stick and my son got it to work. Here are pictures of me and him and Husband at the Hamburg Brewing Company:

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(This one is with the selfie-stick)

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Also, he helped fix the problem I was having with my word-processing program. Technology wins are the best!

Otherwise, I was involved in some high literary drama that escalated into the realm of the bizarre. I’m not sure it’s over yet, but I hope it is. Normally, I wouldn’t mention it, but it took up so much of my time and if I were a man, I have no doubt everything about the situation would have been different. A link on Facebook to an “article” done in Twitter tweets about this very idea appeared on my feed shortly after that, so my theory must be true.

I don’t know if it’s true, but it feels likes the literary highs are getting higher and the lows are tickling rock bottom. I quit writing, you know. I’d had enough the other day. You can guess what happened…I was offered a lot of money to write some essays. A lot of money to me anyways, so, even though I was sure I was out this time, I’m back in. Good thing, too. Writing is the only thing I truly love to do.

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*These are my creekside reflections. Your experiences may vary.

 

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Not enough hours in a days sometimes…

What’s this? Five minutes without something urgently in need of my attention? I must be slacking. No, that was yesterday when I had to work, and get my initial interview questions out to Kurt Baumeister about his book, Pax Americana, for the Tavern Lantern interview. Then it was off to home where I found a most welcome letter…with a deadline.

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Hence, my reasons for not getting this blog post up until just now. I have others, like surviving the reading on Tuesday at the Hamburg Library. Photos compliments of Husband!

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Me.

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Nina Fosati

 

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Shirley Palmerton and Jim Miner

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Debra O’Connor

Husband has been driving me nuts about the chairs, so I’m rearranging my schedule so we can go get them. I also need ink refills, so that has to be worked into the plan. I’ve also been spending too much time obsessing over the Pitch Madness Teasers for the Candyland Edition. I must stop going on Twitter, really. And today I’m looking forward to another bit of unexpected good news. My son is coming to visit next week! So, apologies for being late with this post. I’m juggling as fast as I can.

 

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*These are my Creekside reflections. Your experiences should vary.