Happy Thanksgiving everyone
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Bottom Feeder
Ground Beetle
I was up early this morning to get the oven going. 5.5 hours to cook a Turkey. Had a feast with lots of family at the table and we all had a pretty good time. No stress. It was great to see the kids for a while. Hope you all are enjoying your holiday.
Nothing going on. It being a period where no one expects me to be available, I'm...yup, drinking.
Working on my "literary career." Remember, how, in the few vignettes I've put up, the protagonist is always drinking, or feeling the effects?
Not unlike the work of Stephen King - who for decades, wrote about what he knew, which was, being drunk. His central character or his bad guy, or whatever. That faded when his wife, Tabitha, took over and started writing in his name.
But, yeah. Work to come. From my long-ago father-lost-daughter pair on the train, in a family, such-as-it-is, reunion...this after a snowy Toledo crisis...Bonfire-Of-The-Vanities-style (there is nothing new, under the sun)...I keep hoping to somehow...I dunno. Become a writer? I'm not politically-correct. Make money? No one makes money writing stories, now. Exorcise demons? I think so...even though the demons, the people I've wronged, the people whose-opinions I cared about, are half, dead and half, beyond caring.
I do what I do. Because I'm wired to do it. I wish I'd had the ability to get started decades earlier.
Happy Turkey-Day, all.
Working on my "literary career." Remember, how, in the few vignettes I've put up, the protagonist is always drinking, or feeling the effects?
Not unlike the work of Stephen King - who for decades, wrote about what he knew, which was, being drunk. His central character or his bad guy, or whatever. That faded when his wife, Tabitha, took over and started writing in his name.
But, yeah. Work to come. From my long-ago father-lost-daughter pair on the train, in a family, such-as-it-is, reunion...this after a snowy Toledo crisis...Bonfire-Of-The-Vanities-style (there is nothing new, under the sun)...I keep hoping to somehow...I dunno. Become a writer? I'm not politically-correct. Make money? No one makes money writing stories, now. Exorcise demons? I think so...even though the demons, the people I've wronged, the people whose-opinions I cared about, are half, dead and half, beyond caring.
I do what I do. Because I'm wired to do it. I wish I'd had the ability to get started decades earlier.
Happy Turkey-Day, all.
