And what time is it, boys and girls?

Hi everyone,

Today begins an official period of some pretty serious goo foffing. (For the uninitiated, that’s how you spell it around here.) The turtles started begging last week. I have no idea who snitched but at Goose Lake there are few secrets.
We had a talk and I believe they understood. I’m going to keep an eye on them though.

I will remain in touch but it’s possible I won’t entertain a meritorious thought over the course of the coming days. You, on the other hand, may be miming applause for the break in the routine, and I don’t hold that against you. You are at all times thoughtful, sweet, responsive, and supportive. What an opportunity for you to turn to other pursuits for a while and take for granted that I’m around sand, books, and refreshments, though not necessarily in that order.

P.S. The turtles took it rather too quietly. I have an uneasy feeling . . .

What are you working on?

ANNOUNCEMENT: I’ve decided to leave this one going a second day. I know we haven’t heard from everyone with something to talk about.

Hi everyone,

I often tell you what I’m working on and from time to time I hear from you about your current writing projects. I finished a new manuscript yesterday and sent it on its maiden voyage so today I’d like to open the floor for anyone who would like to update us on your efforts.

Many of you are seasoned, well published poets and authors. Some have yet to make that first breakthrough, and others are somewhere between. I like the idea that followers and participants of this blog represent a wide range of writing experience. We’re a little like those old one room schoolhouses where older students helped teach younger ones.

Wherever you happen to be on the learning curve, today seems like a good day to share your thoughts, aspirations, accomplishments, and questions. I look forward to hearing what you have to say.
David
P.S. Here’s the Brad Sneed illustration for Sneed Collard’s book. I couldn’t figure out how to get it into Sneed’s comment. Sorry.

Walking to oblivion

Hi everyone,

Yesterday I watched a carpenter bee walking along the edge of our pool. It could no longer fly although what remained of its wings were whipping the air the best they could.

I don’t know much about carpenter bees but honeybees only last two or three weeks when they are assigned to the field to bring in nectar, pollen, and water for the hive. By then their wings and body give out and they perish.