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I. Blog Rhymes with Frog
It just occurred to me that blog rhymes with frog. These days I blog, but ages ago, the first poem I ever wrote was about a frog. From then til now, interesting. In those two points in timeline, interesting. Everything in between, interesting. Life is curious. I think that's why writers write.
II. A Common Everyday State of the Art of Writing
Today (Nov. 13) has been an average day, not much writing in this day in this life of a writer.
Today has been mostly nothing but a laundry catch up day, including bedding, afghans, pillows, small rugs, and towels as well as clothing.
Yesterday was a clean and rearrange cupboards and dust furniture day plus important errands outside the home then tons of household item shopping. It wasn't really all THAT much, but I exaggerate here because it FELT very very heavy due to the tedious nature of the tasks.
Day before, my husband had band practice at our house for an upcoming holiday show and I napped in the afternoon since I got up at 6 a.m. that day. That night we went and heard a friend's choir practice at a church for a holiday performance, then went out for coffee and dessert, then shopped at Kroger's.
Today with coffee we also watched American Pickers.
Last night I also got my hair cut as a bday present to myself.
I have been blogging lately here and there but didn't do so yesterday and hope I blog later today plus do some typing work.
That about sums up my last couple days since my birthday festivities. Fun, fun. My emotions on my birthday were mixed.