I've written - probably too frequently - about how snowy it's been, this winter. Friends of mine have told me they know I have nothing to say whenever I write about the weather.
They're right; I'm out of words. I need to stop scribbling about what I've done, and do something new. I need to stop looking in familiar well(s) for fodder, and seek elsewhere. Hmm.
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Your new gunsite, Christmas, Founding Fathers stuff, your family...you do other things...
I don't care what you write RP. I just like knowing you're there.
Nail fungus, bitter taste of coffee, socks, stuff found in your pockets...like that.
I like reading about snowy. Because we've only had it once here and I can gloat.
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