Fears

I wrote a post yesterday I felt compelled to write. And I confess that I was nervous about the reception. But, once again, y’all overwhelmed me. Thank y’all for the affection and support. Not only was it revitalizing, but the suggestsions really caused me to pause and think. I don’t dabble in much social commentary. [...]

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Today was a bittersweet day for me. When I started playing around with Social Media tools, I used Picasso’s Old Guitarist as my gravatar – a filler till I decided whether or not I liked these tools. But as with many things in my life, I got attached to the picture. Then again, I’ve almost [...]

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I”m not gifted. I’m not talented. Not today. Probably not tomorrow. Then again, I could be wrong. The family’s been around due to the MLK holiday. The normal peace and quiet didn’t enter into my day until late. I feel a little less in control on those days. But as I bantered back in forth [...]

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It’s Sunday night in Ft. Myers, Margaritaville. The heater is on and I’ve closed the doors to the porches. I can’t complain because it’s still 45 degrees warmer than The Region. Stay warm, y’all! I’ll be back in the mess soon enough. Today is an anniversary of sorts, and for it, I going to work [...]

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I’ve still got three things to do before I can actually write a chapter in Book of Blues Prequel. But once those things are done, then its just me and those Book of Blues. A watching the final season of Royal Pains should do the trick. For me, writer’s block seems to be a forced [...]

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