A return to blogging, started last week. With a little practice, I may find my way back to the place where I last remember having my writer’s voice.

December 25, 2010

I did sleep in. It was light out. The rain started just after I woke up, and it will rain all day under predictable gray clouds. It won’t stop, it will be the steady rain that ( Read more... )

If I want to write, besides *forcing* myself too, the next best thing is too get away from home and Ukiah. I think I've tainted my environment; made the quality of life there toxic to me and others. A two hour drive to the the kids in Sacramento away from the muddymuck and mire I've created of my life; and I'm almost fine.

Muddy-muck. The work ( Read more... )