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 |   Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
| Have the shackles been removed... I've felt that way at various times in my life. When I went to college I was on my own for the first time. That was freeing for 3 semesters but... problems... then I went to Kansas and really bloomed. May have been the happiest time in my life. I was 20. Now? I'm dog-paddling. Better than drowning. I wonder what anchor needs to be pulled up. Then again, an anchor means I'm not always meandering wondering where home is. Truth? I dunno. Am I like a snail or turtle carrying my home with me? Or am I a bat seeking out a cave. I'd say I was a mole. As for my writing, I do try (desperately) to venture outside of my comfort zone. My story-telling has improved. My poetry languishes. I need to vent as to why I don't think WDC is a very good site for poetry... in some other blog. Meanwhile my blogs beg for comments and interaction. Comments make me feel alive in a way that a thumbs-up doesn't. As for publishing... I responded to "Exciting Things Happening Here!"  by Charity Marie - <3  regarding her book sales. "The numbers are interesting because it shows how much of an investment is needed. Folks ask why I'm not "published" (I am); but they have no clue what's involved." ~220 words Posted in "Blogville " 57.677 |
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