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April approaches and so soon begins another writing kind of month. In the next few days the plot should arrive before the writing begins. I believe in synchronicity because I'm supposed to.
What has happened in a year? Three languishing novellas, ten fewer pounds, one hundred more gray hairs, one thousand great ideas, one million ways to find something else to do.
Focus.
The pieces to this puzzle have already been placed. There's only one way they go, and that's together.
It was such an intriguing thought that I let the truck pull by so I could get another view. I had hoped to see parade queens throwing candy off the back.
I think it sounds more like, "Gak, gak."
Today we are heading to the middle of Iowa, where Auntie turns 91 on the 19th. A palindrome of numbers. We are sure to have beef, corn, potatoes, gravy and birthday cake. :D