If you've been following Bread, Wine, Salt in your RSS reader you may have noticed that my last couple of posts have been poorly edited, and then disappeared if you tried to click over to the blog and post a comment. ("Learn to edit, you ignorant twit," perhaps.) There's a glitch in the widget I've been using to send posts from the word processor I use for my initial draft to Blogger which apparently also sends out the RSS feed. Bad widget! I'll be using less elegant methods until the tech department figures out what the problem is. Thank you for keeping your ignorant twit comments to yourself.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me. ~Emily Dickinson I love a new notebook: lined or gridded, sketchbook, or thick watercolor paper, a planner or just fresh, blank pages. I do a lot of writing, and a new notebook and a good pen is always the best part of a project. Together the pen and notebook represent the launch of something new; the anticipation of success. In fact I love new notebooks so much that I bought too many and now I am not allowed to buy any more. This is my own rule and I have only myself to blame. I get really excited about the new thing, but my enthusiasm wanes and the notebooks sit abandoned with only a f...
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