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Wednesday, January 12, 2005

So it begins.

I've begun to write again. This blog I put in a separate category - I don't lessen it, believe me, because sometimes this blog and knowing that people read and might even give a hoot about what they read, that keeps me going sometimes.

No, I've begun to write again the way my son meant. The way I used to spend hours as a kid, and a teen.

It's rusty, the machinery, but I started. Just a little.

Let's see if I can make it a habit.

Blogger moodymicello said...
...and thanks to your son from me. I practiced the piano for two hours today...and enjoyed it. m  

Blogger Franikins said...
I'm excited for you. Out of the mouths of babes come profound statements. Good for you! When/if you get ready to share your other type of writing, I'd be very interested in reading it.

I would like to write my memoirs. Not that it would be a best seller but just to chronicle a life that runs the gamut from being successful, to being down and out, and the struggle to get back up again. And when I make the movie, I'd like Meryl Streep, queen of the accents, to play me and shizzolate.

Regarding what you write...I give a hoot. And I don't pollute. Woodsy Owl taught me well. ;)  

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