Catching Idle Butterflies

Just Cause

I write another blog entry today because I hate leaving a negative entry out in front for too long.

Life is too dang short to dwell on the darker things swimming around in my head, especially when they're no longer there, or have retreated to the dusty and rusty file cabinet of "No Longer Important."

I thank all of you for your patience, kindness, and rationality. It always helps to keep my brain from exploding - not a pretty sight that.

So, I will share with you a quote I recently read, and something I think all of us while immersed in a story or novel can relate to:

There is no way that writers can be tamed and rendered civilized or even cured. The only solution known to science is to provide the patient with an isolation room, where he can endure the acute stages in private and where food can be poked into him with a stick." ~ Robert A. Heinlein.

I also revisited a few of my short stories and read the reviews (always an uplifting experience [I'm serious, not a hint of sarcasm here]) and decided I'm not doing nearly enough (more like not doing anything) to market what I've written so far. Some of it doesn't remotely suck, so why are they sitting around collecting WdC dust?

In the mean time as I punch out at least 34,103 words from now to November 30, you can poke in food at me with a stick. I'm partial to strawberries, dark chocolate, strong black coffee, thick, juicy, medium rare steaks, and broccoli - not necessarily in that order .