I need a hug and a drink.
Saturday, November 2, 2013
"Looking at Orion. Asking why? You left me images. Visible traces of long ago. Vestages of starlight. A million years ago. Company for a journey long after you've gone. I pretend that you are here now. Be here now. But somewhere, I hear my teachers voice, "The starlight you see? Died along time ago." The Magic of Starlight.
I am a writer.
I have that on good authority from an actual publisher. The kind that produce really good books. They said it but I already knew it.
I am a disinherited, sometimes broke, wanna be writer and poet.
For almost three years, I spent mornings happily writing in my blog (avg views/month 8,000). Life was good. Then the blog landlords "pulled the plug" and "vamoose" no more blog.
Now I write. I live my life with dogs in the middle of a forest (kind of) and I Blog