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"A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit."

John Milton, b. 9th of December, 1608

“Life is like a B-picture script! It is that corny. If I had my life story offered to me to film, I'd turn it down.”

Kirk Douglas, 94 today, who shares a birthday w/ fellow writers John Milton, Dalton Trumbo, Mary Downing Hahn, & Joel Chandler Harris, a.k.a. "Uncle Remus"; fellow actors Broderick Crawford & Margaret Hamilton, & Emmett Kelly. the great circus clown

Ah well, too preoccupied I have been w/finishing [and submitting - my fingers, they are crossed!] a manuscript for a middle grade novel and other things to write anything about the past, this past few days. Nothing about Almanzo & Laura's long-gone, brilliant cranky daughter Rose having had a birthday on the 5th – same as Walt Disney's. Nothing about St. Nicholas Day on the 6th, 201st anniversary of the day upon which Washington Irving published Diedrich Knickerbocker's History of New York. Nothing about the Day of Infamy or that the 7th also marks the 20th birthday of my little brother's daughter. It was that little brother who notified me that some troubled soul blasted John Lennon into the Blue Beyond. I hope he found the answers he'd been seeking & that he got to see Julia once more.

Your thoughts? I'd love to see them. I'd hoped, being sort of an isolated old poop, that there would be a bit of conversation here. However, but for one exception that I recall, no one comments on my posts. Certainly it has corroborated my natural pouty-ness, inherited from my sad old dead dad, Raymond, bless 'im, but I've been told recently by someone w/ nothing better to do than read this here almaniacal hoohah that said person would have liked to comment but could not. Is it because one must have an account w/ the faceless Google poobahs & minions? Could be... In any case, this blog will be changing its character and perhaps its location after the first of the year.... Don't know yet. Haven't decided.... changing location is always my answer when faced w/difficulties, being ignored & such. just ask my former husbands if you can find them. or the callous art directors for whom I worked at Current, Inc. up until I gave notice on 12 December, 1989. Still remember how my hands shook, but then I remember all sorts of dumb things.