Flu, Cockoo, Nest
March 28, 2015
Me with flu, in nest:
Feeling cockoo:
Best I can come up with, under the circumstances.
Me
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I starting writing Life of Wry in October 2008. Initially, I thought it'd be about writing. I thought I'd write when I had something to say, and I'd make my writing publish-worthy, or at least thoughtful. But, two things: 1) Everyone's a writer these days. Anyone can, and many do, just put stuff out there. It's not so fussy. So maybe I should lighten up. So I write fast and don't edit. 2) Life of Wry quickly became more family journal quality than literary journal quality. And I decided I like that. Something I can leave my son. My hope is that he'll learn a bunch about us, me, our life. At some point. I also take a shit ton of photos, and wanted to put my favorites somewhere.. because where else? I struggle mightily with the idea people are reading this. I am not necessarily writing for others; I'm writing and taking pictures for family posterity. If that holds any appeal, please enjoy! But my intended audience is our family. Finally, if I don't do a DAILY blog, it will become a NEVER blog. I thrive on discipline. I fail without it. So whether there is anything to write about or not, there will be a blog. Thanks for stopping by. I actually love that you're here.Recent Posts
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March 28, 2015 at 10:14 pm
Oh my gosh. Sending all my healing thoughts. Flu is the worst.
March 29, 2015 at 8:05 am
In a somewhat more vertical mood today, and most symptoms are gone (thems were some powerful healing thoughts, there, Elliot) but still achy and kinda weak. Another day, I think, of sitting and whimpering.