I actually DID write today, and it WASN'T just merely in my head this time. It's somewhat mind boggling what strange seemingly mundane thing manages to nudge the imagination along and gets the creative juices going. This time it was a letter. Well, multiple letters actually.
Without going into details, it's actually a multitude of letters that my dad wrote to my mom when he was working out of state (and then out of the country). The topics aren't that important, and taking them at face value, I end up with more questions than I have answers to, which is the opposite of what I thought almost 20 years ago.
Sadly(?) the poems that I have bursting forth from such though are perfect additions to The Journal of Furies. It's entirely possible I may actually have this book done by the end of the year after all, which would be nice. Then perhaps I can get started on what WAS 'Heartless Bipolar Bitch-A Tale of Misdiagnosis', the new working title is 'Wild Ride'. There's probably a dozen or so books out there called that, but, they're not MY book, and that makes all the difference I think.
So hang on folks, it's going be...
ps- How do you like the new pic? I think it makes me look kinda evil, but I can live with evil. Ha ha ha.