Spring is waving its floweredey hand goodbye as Summer grows in with the thickening, darkening grass and the damp heat of a city that sits on the bay.
Okeydokey...needs some work there as I mix my metaphors - sorta - but it is starting to get warmer. Street festival is tomorrow and I'm looking forward to the booths of faux art and fashion craft and the rock music played by country bands and the barking of dogs inexplicability trailing about with tongue hanging out among thousands of people (why would that be fun for a dog?) and the milling about of ages and the inevitable crying child who had misplaced his parents for the afternoon.
Frankly, I probably just need to write more since I've still got February's postings still up.
Well, looks like I've got another group of student writers all psyched to try the 'novel-in-a-month' thing this July. That is good - no, really, it is. Sigh. I'll be giving it a shot. Yup. And this time, it's gotta' get finished because frankly, I can't live it down this time.
For my birthday I was given a book called Anyone Can Write. It's a good book and a delightful joke, a pointed joke. And the jokester is the same individual who keeps quoting Stewie at me, "So, how's that novel coming. Got a protagonist yet? Someone to drive the story? Hmm? Maybe a plot or a setting to add?" It is an extremely funny clip which I would have linked to but, unfortunately, it appears that the clip has been removed due to copywrite infringement. Well - won't touch that then. Write. Yup. This time... Actually, it should be fun and I have been writing, just not quite as consistently as one might expect.
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