We had a busy weekend. A weekend cursed by crazy broken things. Our furnace is broken...warms the house up to a wopping 61 degrees and shuts off. Makes noise but does nothing...something like the green party.
Aimee's car is broken. One of my headlights is out. One of Peg's windshield wipers won't work. Its ok though...in time we shall overcome.
Some famous writer once said, "The Sunday service was spectral, but the day itself was divine" It is a hard thing I suppose to wow the crowd every Sunday.
Today was one of those days. Sunny and warm in January...can solicit prayers of thanks from the most hardened athiest. We had lunch with our friends and down to the river to walk our dogs. Tessa is the blonde dog in the picture...Daphne is a more sophisticated raven haired beauty. Together they are about as goofy as it gets. They run in circles, bark and chase sticks of every shape. I took a movie of it all today...I posted it on my webpage...you have to be patient while it downloads...but you will feel just like you are there with us...I guarantee it http://devonsurprise.tripod.com/...in case you want to get a feel for what it was like..."the day itself was divine".Was thinking about a book I want to write...actually during the spectral service...It is closer to the surface than it has been for a long time...you never know what might happen...the story is forming...and transforming in my mind. Fiction...that's all I have to say...fiction lets you move out in writing on your own...into uncharted terrritory. Writing is such a solitarty adventure.
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I know a great editor who would bend over backwards to help you get that to the shelves. And at least 3 people who would buy it....
Something to think about ;)
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