Some time has passed since the last posting but you probably wouldn't know it. The amount of time between inspirational flashes or even doggedly determined forays into the realm of creative writing has been reduced to a slight downward twitching of your finger. A funny quote made its way into the old factory recently, but I can't remember the quoted person. Here it is anyway, non verbatim -which is to say, in paraphrase.
The art of writing is like the ability to wear a toupee: some people can make it work, some cannot. Writing poetry is like wearing a toupee in a hurricane.
It may be time to revel in having a full head of hair. I believe it is time to grow it out a bit, before it starts to thin and fall out. The wee boy has such a tuft of curls, it is inspiring. And I have a strange urge to make members of the family (or fim-fam, if you like) into a team with certain shared, matching visual elements.
There you have it. News from space!
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