grounded

  • Breakthrough

    Sometimes I write a whole lot of stuff and then I just file it away, never to be seen again. Unless I die and someone figures out my laptop password, divulging all of the secrets within the “Current Writing Projects” folder, there are thousands upon thousands of words that will never be read by anyone. 

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  • Earth

    My house smells like dirt.  It is fabulous. Last night a dear friend came over and we planted veggies and herbs in pots that will live in my front room/office/art studio.  (Yes, it is getting crowded up in here.)  At least I hope they will live!  I’ve already got a great rosemary plant, a struggling

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