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June 21, 2017

Chicken of the Woods ๐Ÿ”

This year's terrifying blooming.

This year's terrifying blooming.

So now I will take stock, since Iโ€™ve been away from the journal for several months. For reasons unknown, perhaps the seasons or the moon, my projects wax and wait, consume, grow dusty, wane. I have a brand-new program in my life called Vellum, and now finally, the ebooks are starting to take a shape I can be proud of.

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June 19, 2017

My Peeps ๐Ÿฃ

The Pepys logo

The Pepys logo.

So, with no formal announcement, Iโ€™m going to try to do the daily online journal balancing act, again. Iโ€™ll let people know, eventually, but Iโ€™m hoping to avoid the dรฉbรขcles that the original Perforated Lines created. To that end, I will not try to make friends or influence people. No Pepys!

In the course of having some successes in life, you also have a whole lot of very interesting near-misses, almost-rans, and of course, total disasters. ๐Ÿ”

June 18, 2017

Hazy Ghostly Morning in June ๐Ÿ‘ข

These are not my beautiful clothes.

These are not my beautiful clothes.

Itโ€™s been a really long time between posts, because I have been busy. Itโ€™s mentally challenging to turn 70, trying to keep the gratitude table set because I know how lucky I am to have reached this milestone โ€ฆ while at the same time โ€ฆ there is a gnawing panic that can easily overwhelm a less robust personality than mine. For every ache or pain, there is a commensurate rose-gold sunrise or a sudden cupcake in your lunch.

I have been working doggedly to get my novel and little Vietnam memoir in good shape so I can really start to advertise them and try to get people to read them. I am pretty pleased with the Cleaning House website, so thatโ€™s a start.

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May 12, 2017

The Last Raisinette ๐Ÿ”

Princeton Archives of Senior Theses.

Archives of Senior Theses at Princeton.

I have finally done it, I think. Iโ€™ve finally gotten the frame around my first novel and focused it enough so that I can release it to the wild via the wild world web. The big hold-up has been my life-long rule, which was hammered into my pliable brain from grade school and onward, to never pat yourself on the back. So, how can I package up any of my books if I canโ€™t praise myself? It has been a conundrum.

But now Iโ€™ve finally solved it. Itโ€™s called โ€œAcknowledgments.โ€ A-ha! Iโ€™ve never bothered to write one for anything Iโ€™ve ever created because I am a very lazy slacker and I donโ€™t like to make extra work for myself and no one has ever missed it or demanded it. However, I always read them in other peopleโ€™s books, word for word, usually. I often look up the people the author thanks or ahem, acknowledges, and so I learn about other writers I might also enjoy along the journey to Shambala.

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April 24, 2017

Snails Pace ๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŒ

Little glass bits by David Duthie amid twinkling white lights.

Little glass bits by David Duthie amid twinkling white lights.

Success is taking longer than expected. However, I is persisting. ๐Ÿ”

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