Blogging is perfect for me, what with my compulsion to blab about everything I encounter in my world. It takes maybe a year for me (with substantial help) to get each book together, but here I can get things out daily. Actually I’m a frustrated newspaperman. I love the immediacy of newspapers, but could never take the pressure; nor could I write well and quickly enough to work for a grownup daily paper. I don’t tweet these days, and just can’t join the FaceBook conglomerate. Blogging’s enough. Finding the time to do it, along with getting books out in today’s turbulent publishing seas, is a challenge.
Winter Solstice I felt something Friday, like a wakeup call. To get it a lot more together and quit moping because of an injured shoulder. I have so many friends with debilitating body parts, that I’m like a wimp. One body part goes wrong and I get depressed. OK, days are getting longer. I actually felt the first wave of Spring the other day, the new grass growing as the hills turn green, the call of a red-wing blackbird (lodged in my all-time memory from teenage years prowling my dad’s rice farm in Colusa (Calif.). Come on, April!
(Above pic, Amanita Muscaria, bursting out of pine needles everywhere right now…iPhone I don’t use 1% of what you can do with it, BUT:
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