Since I can't get Pat's patter to give me a NEW POST bar, I'll have to go with this new one, pittypatter. Still at blogspot. For those who read the latest Pat's Patter, with the list of surnames? Here is a portion of a novel chapter using as many of those names as possible. The words used are in caps in this venue. Just an example of how I use the newspaper in writing.
"While he was gone, I looked in his wagon. There were several bottles of salve made of BUFFALO BUSH BERRies for BURNS, KEY rings with little HORNS blown by clowns with JOLLY on their shirts, a WOLF pelt, a MAY issue of Saturday Evening Post, a STERN-faced doll with a GRAY and WHITE outfit that reminded me of a fierce nun."
Places in central AR have had 10 inches of rain during this month, but it is sunny today. Wettest July since the late 1890s, I read this morning. Of course all the rain means the grass grows faster, so my acre is ready to mow. Here I go. Later, pl
Friday, July 31, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
The ether must have eaten my other blog, so here's a similarly-named one
I could get to my latest post (July 11) but could not find a way to compose a NEW POST. Have a note in to Pappy and Dot to advise me on how to continue with pat's patter. In the meantime, since I have activated a year-old g-mail account, I have better access in some ways. It took not even a password to begin this one.
Finally sent off four entries to WCCW's fall contest, two prose pieces and two poems. AND $14! Which is the highest contest fee around these central AR parts. The Poets' Roundtable of AR only charges $10 for 30 or so contests. This is for members; it is a little higher for non-members (See www. Poets'Roundtableof AR for the website).
Now that my entire life isn't consumed by those two new writings --one 2200 words, the other 1,000 words--I seem to be "unemployed." Of course, I could work on my forever-in-progress novel. Or I could clean off the shed porch for a family get-together this Saturday when my Florida son, who just turned 48, comes over with his dad and local siblings/ niece and nephew.
I could weedeat around the red-mud/ white rocks slash at the north edge of the property where ATT dug a trench for fiber optic lines, covered it over, but left it piled up with a large flex pipe exposed. They have several similar places in this neighborhood and along Salt Creek Road, I noticed.
There are several other cleaning-related jobs I could do, but somehow, I'm not in the mood. Or the deadline isn't here yet. So I'll update my blog, Dear John an e-mail correspondent, begin next week's (Amity) STANDARD column, or just sit on the porch and read.
Hmm, that last option sounds like the best. Later, pl
Finally sent off four entries to WCCW's fall contest, two prose pieces and two poems. AND $14! Which is the highest contest fee around these central AR parts. The Poets' Roundtable of AR only charges $10 for 30 or so contests. This is for members; it is a little higher for non-members (See www. Poets'Roundtableof AR for the website).
Now that my entire life isn't consumed by those two new writings --one 2200 words, the other 1,000 words--I seem to be "unemployed." Of course, I could work on my forever-in-progress novel. Or I could clean off the shed porch for a family get-together this Saturday when my Florida son, who just turned 48, comes over with his dad and local siblings/ niece and nephew.
I could weedeat around the red-mud/ white rocks slash at the north edge of the property where ATT dug a trench for fiber optic lines, covered it over, but left it piled up with a large flex pipe exposed. They have several similar places in this neighborhood and along Salt Creek Road, I noticed.
There are several other cleaning-related jobs I could do, but somehow, I'm not in the mood. Or the deadline isn't here yet. So I'll update my blog, Dear John an e-mail correspondent, begin next week's (Amity) STANDARD column, or just sit on the porch and read.
Hmm, that last option sounds like the best. Later, pl
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