Bloggish Post

I left Facebook. Maybe it's permanent this time. Heh. I hope so. It's a hard place for someone who insists on reading between lines that may or may not exist.

Writing a song with the help of the wonderful Peter LeClair. http://www.peterleclairmusic.com/. He teaches where I teach (one of the many places where I cobble together my teaching life) - we artists do that teaching thing or is it that we teachers do that art thing. You know? Peter's on itunes and spotify and such. He's so kind. He matches his voice to mine. His singing voice is Like Butterrrrr. So. The song's coming along. Not ready to share it yet...soon, though. Next time I send a letter out maybe. Please give Peter all The Love.

Am teaching an Upcoming Class:
Weekend intensive (starting 6/15) at Newberg. Weekend Memoir Workshop. Come!!!
 

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I have this friend who calls me from time to time. Low voice. Melodic. Like Ron's beautiful, low vibration. Puurrrr. Hmmmm. Leaves wonderful messages he knows I won't return - The Friend, not Ron. The Friend says, "I know you're going through ups and downs and I know you care and you can't always call me back." I tell him, "I'm a terrible friend." He says, "I'll always be here."

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I lost my Best Friend in The Divorce and then I gained a Friend because of it.
I guess that's the way of it.

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I'm meeting him for lunch tomorrow. He's giving me a two-hour window to get it together because He knows I'll need that. We laughed about my State and it was good because he accepts it completely. He doesn't put me in any box - superior/inferior/etc.

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It is totally platonic.

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He knows things.

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He never says awful things like, "You're just sad" or "You just need to find what's important to you." And, He knows an hour and a half will be spent in bed and a half hour in panic, brushing my hair, and driving there.

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He's in the Next Book. He's chosen his fictional name. He's wondrous and amazing, deeply generous and has A Past. He says, "There are a lot of people who have stories, but can't write them and never will be able to. You can write so you can write for them – not for those other people."

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Here's to hoping I can write what needs writ. You, too - in whatever form your writing takes. Go.
 
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P.S. The ducklings (I call them my Pet Outdoor Ducks) are nearly grown. They're beautiful and new-feathered and strong.

I was out feeding ducks one day. A man comes up with a huge bag of oats. He's whistling. He says, "I'm whistle training them." They're flying in. He's throwing oats. He's whistling. I stifled laughter. It was just too beautiful to laugh.

There's one male who has the deepest deep green plumage I've ever seen. He's spectacular.

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The Book Trailer:
Here's a book trailer made by the wonderful Kalimah Abioto. Thanks to Hawthorne Books for the publishing thing. Was a ride! Hope you like the trailer Kalimah and I made. 

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