Ack!  I dread robot blogmakers!   I love the sun, sun sun!  Give me sun--deus ex machina!

Did you know that our destiny is the Golden Eternity but ghosts live, not to haunt us, but  to yet die again to become once-removed ghosts which imagine a thither-life to die yet again to to become twice-removed ghosts which imagine yet more life to die yet again to become gadzillionth-removed ghosts, etcetera, ad nauseum, until they vomit, almost, into oblivion?!   Some of them will ghost until the end of time!!  They become akin to beaconing earth-sourced satellites being discarded, once beyond their rationale for probing within our solar system (think: Voyager),  purely yonder without and beyond definable targets into space.  How many of you shall slip upon that day into such a fate?

If I choose to live my life to the fullest, I'll never blog again.  Seriously.  Yet if I choose to remain and blog more magnifcently, I'll ....what?   Well, we'll see...or not.

Don't you just love those Seeing-Eye dogs?!  No creature in existence is less appreciated by humanity (except by their owners particularly) than Seeing Eye dogs for what they confer, by merit of their unquestioning trained obedience,  to the quality of our communal cohabitation.  Praise loudly with boisterous rejoicing the next Seeing Eye you see .

'Forget all the rules. Forget about being published.
Write for yourself and celebrate writing.'



Melinda
Haynes

'Forget all the rules. Forget about being published.
Write for yourself and celebrate writing.'



Melinda
Haynes

The last couple entries below were auto-generated.  Hey, I need to get some new quotes up on it--or better yet, live up to the moment and drive myself to genuine originality.

My plans to run a marathon this coming Sunday are under the caution light.  This past weekend I strained my neck and back severely while hauling air conditioners out of a basement and up three flights of stairs.  As of the moment, I am still unable to swing my neck side to side freely and without restrictive pain.  I'm anxious to run.  I know my feet and legs could take me dauntlessly 10 miles into the race even with a stiff neck.  But a marathon is a l-o-n-g race and sooner or later, I'm 95% certain, this stiffness would bite me like a viper--and stop me dead in my tracks.  I so wish I had a personal massage therapist...and some muscle relaxers...and a jacuzzi...and..oh hell.  Well, I've been in this situation before and I'm hoping to wake up early Sunday morning pain-free and feeling entirely refreshed.  I'm under the caution light, but hoping for the green.

'The first step is to find out what you love -- and
don't be practical about it. The second step is to
start doing what you love immediately, in any small way
possible. I've seen what happens to people when they
get to do what they love. They light up. They glow.
They have a kind of energy that's wonderful.'




Barbara Sher

'What an author likes to write most is his signature on
the back of a check.'



Brendan Francis