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Old Friends
Childhood friends have reappeared this week. One contacted me, out of the blue, after more than 20 years. We had not parted well. I did not especially like her husband. Sensed he did not like me. Maybe I was unfair, maybe I was wrong. Certainly I did not like sharing her, or being put firmly second ( Read more... ) -
Trying to make this a thing
This morning, daughter was home. I heard her at sunup, letting the animals out ( Read more... ) -
Slowly returning
Been working on a little bit of fiction, most of a week now ( Read more... ) -
If I were to-- is anybody out there?
Looked all around, have not found a better place. If I were to start posting writing again, would anyone be left to read it? And does the reading of it matter? Should not the writing be enough? It does not seem to actually be enough. As soon as I left this place, (in the nearly 10 years ago exodus,) everything dried up in me ( Read more... ) -
The earth rolled all the way around, and here we are.
Hello. Just me today, no fiction right now. Thinking of you all, and how close I feel to people I have never met. What is meeting in person really? It is pleasant to do. I would love to see your faces, hear your real voices, see what your hands do when you are thinking. In some cases I have had some of those things. I hold tight the memory of those ( Read more... ) -
Re Marcella
Sorry that this came out twice. Cannot seem to delete it for some reason. Please to not feel obliged to read it twice. -
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The great bell began, not far, a deep baw baw, it was more than a sound, but something that came up through the soles of her feet. And now half a heartbeat behind, as always, the fainter smaller bell in the east. Enough. Nobody had come to the stall in the last hour anyway. Sideways rain was best for catching fish, but very poor for selling them. ( Read more... ) -
Trying something new
I have started a patreon page. I am going to go back through some of the Kit stories and put them up. Not sure it is ok to put Horatio up. But if I can, I might ( Read more... ) -
Your Dearest Lives
Your Dearest Lives ( Read more... ) -
Those painted ponies-- things and stuff
Things.Things happen. That is, after all the nature of things ( Read more... )