I was reading a sample of The Book of Alchemy by Suleika Jaouad this morning and read the first of 100 essays and prompts which calls for you to say to yourself, "Here Goes Nothing", set a timer and write for 10 minutes. Well, that's what I already do most every day when I sit down here to write and show pictures. But I still want to get the book. It sounds really interesting, and inspiring.
I remember when our writer's group used to use the prompt: "What I really want to say is...." What I really want to say is: I can't write as freely online as I'd like. Writing online for anyone and everyone to see makes me concerned. I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings by what I say. Unless, it's trump, then I wish he
could be hurt. But he seems to be protected by some kind of magic spell of lies, bluster, the quest for power of the people that surround him and the gullibility of the cult that worships him. He can't be stopped it
seems. If such a thing were possible I think it's because he has made a deal with the devil. That is how he keeps going with no consequences. I just hope I live long enough to see him GONE. But then there'll be someone else horrible like Vance. Though I don't think Vance has made the same deal with the devil that Trump has.

Just now - Mother Hummer.
Here's some pictures from a walk Dave and I took with the dogs in the wet woods yesterday afternoon:
( Read more... )Plans for my day: use the manual carpet sweeper on all the thin carpets I have now and swiffer around the edges, take out the garbage and make vegetable bean soup and cornbread for Sunday dinner.