Greetings SG folks and Neigbors,
I hope this finds you all well and good.
So life, compleatly different than it was a few weeks ago, is good. Most of the week Im here in Athens, working my ass of and squeezing as much writing as I can in between the warehouse, eating, sleeping and goofing off around the house.
Weekends I go to Marietta to see my girl (!).
Of course, she'll have to come here for a while: my trusty station wagon, companion of thousands of miles of adventure and singing the blues, has finally kicked its transmission and gone off to that big car wash in the sky. Sigh. I'll miss it.
My extremely late writing project is just about complete. The last couple of inches have been agonizing - I am just not into it and have a million other things to worry about and I left the worst for last. But I'm almost ready to let it set sail - hell, I can smell the ocean from here.
That being done, I think that I am going to take a week off to drink jagermeister and play videogames. Then the new thing . . . I am actually not sure what to work on next. Im projecting a short story, then the Big Long Wierd thing that's been kicking around in my head for a million years. And by then I should be in the new place with the new girl (!) and its time to make a third serious attempt at the novel. But who knows. I'm just going to see what I feel like day to day until I find a groove with something.
Writing Bullshit News: I "won" a "poetry contest," which turned out to be sort of a scam. These motherfuckers make my being chosen sound all special like "you get to be in a book on a page all by yourself" and " but the truth is they put out something like eleven books a year, try to sell you copies @ fifty bucks a pop then ask for up front money to cover their expences. Thanks for your delightful form letter, please feel free to kiss my creole dick.
So SG - I'm sorry! I have been neglecting you, especially the AA and everyones journals. But I swear to Capitol Universe that I will be comming around again. I got nothing but love for yall and wish yall happiness and riches forever. Take it light!
be well,
ph
Taoist thought of the day: Teach by example. Live your life well, be compassionet, be graceful in loss and pain, speak from the heart, help others, expect nothing in return for your efforts, laugh and dance. Shine!
Cat Report: My girl (!) and I have been planning a dog-meets-cats strategy. Aparently, toweling the dog off and setting the towle down under the cat's food will do the trick. I think Fresh is going to tear the thing's nuts off. We'll see.
Factoid: I constantly make up rude songs, usually to pop tunes. My best may be my version of the love theme from The Titanic, "Its Queer When My Farts Play A Song."
I hope this finds you all well and good.
So life, compleatly different than it was a few weeks ago, is good. Most of the week Im here in Athens, working my ass of and squeezing as much writing as I can in between the warehouse, eating, sleeping and goofing off around the house.
Weekends I go to Marietta to see my girl (!).
Of course, she'll have to come here for a while: my trusty station wagon, companion of thousands of miles of adventure and singing the blues, has finally kicked its transmission and gone off to that big car wash in the sky. Sigh. I'll miss it.
My extremely late writing project is just about complete. The last couple of inches have been agonizing - I am just not into it and have a million other things to worry about and I left the worst for last. But I'm almost ready to let it set sail - hell, I can smell the ocean from here.
That being done, I think that I am going to take a week off to drink jagermeister and play videogames. Then the new thing . . . I am actually not sure what to work on next. Im projecting a short story, then the Big Long Wierd thing that's been kicking around in my head for a million years. And by then I should be in the new place with the new girl (!) and its time to make a third serious attempt at the novel. But who knows. I'm just going to see what I feel like day to day until I find a groove with something.
Writing Bullshit News: I "won" a "poetry contest," which turned out to be sort of a scam. These motherfuckers make my being chosen sound all special like "you get to be in a book on a page all by yourself" and " but the truth is they put out something like eleven books a year, try to sell you copies @ fifty bucks a pop then ask for up front money to cover their expences. Thanks for your delightful form letter, please feel free to kiss my creole dick.
So SG - I'm sorry! I have been neglecting you, especially the AA and everyones journals. But I swear to Capitol Universe that I will be comming around again. I got nothing but love for yall and wish yall happiness and riches forever. Take it light!
be well,
ph
Taoist thought of the day: Teach by example. Live your life well, be compassionet, be graceful in loss and pain, speak from the heart, help others, expect nothing in return for your efforts, laugh and dance. Shine!
Cat Report: My girl (!) and I have been planning a dog-meets-cats strategy. Aparently, toweling the dog off and setting the towle down under the cat's food will do the trick. I think Fresh is going to tear the thing's nuts off. We'll see.
Factoid: I constantly make up rude songs, usually to pop tunes. My best may be my version of the love theme from The Titanic, "Its Queer When My Farts Play A Song."
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spanoonoos:
good to talk to you. 
greggster:
thank you ....Cheer to another great year indeed!!!!