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Tall, good looking, confident, good sense of humor, smart, intelligent, patient, thoughtful, curious, talented, but modesty prevents me from going on and on.
Tall, good looking, confident, good sense of humor, smart, intelligent, patient, thoughtful, curious, talented, but modesty prevents me from going on and on.

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JB Hall commented on a post on Blogger.
Perhaps I ought to blog my response to your question. It isn't very complicated though. I rise 0530 because that is when my wife has to get up for work. Although I could sleep later, I want to maintain the same sleep cycle as hers.

I go to the kitchen and fix us breakfast. Usually a hot cereal but occasionally bacon and eggs to mix things up.
By 0630 I'm at my desk to read and write until 0900. That's when I hit the honey-do list. Right now it is tiling the family room floor after finishing a six months project of remodeling the kitchen.

I listen to audio books while I work. Couple a month.

When she gets off work we run out errands. After we settle in for the evening I fix us dinner and we watch TV until bedtime.

Then in bed i listen to Fox news and catch up on social media and replies. She wants the TV on to go to sleep by. When she nods off, I turn off the TV and read. I mix it up between fiction and non-fiction. Right now beta reading a fellow member of my writing groups first novel. Which is really good, by the way. When I start to doze I give it up for the day. But I'm not done.

Being an old guy 71, I usually rise about 2 AM for the obvious reason. Rather that lie awake think about dumb stuff, I read on one of the books I have from people I've come across on Google + and otherwise been recommended to me. Finally falling to sleep for the last time; like ground hog day, I get up and repeat.

I suppose that's why it's taken two years to finish my first novel of 80k words.

That's it. Thanks for asking.
Writing Snacks and Other Nonsense
Writing Snacks and Other Nonsense
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Did you know, that the Sun setting in the Ocean makes steam that turns into clouds?
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A little behind the scenes look.
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JB Hall commented on a post on Blogger.
With the ebook, i just pump up the font size. Thanks for the free read. I have a couple of your others too.
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An exercise using these five words. Boon-doggle, frumious, blatant, droog, and hotsy-totsy.

The whole of it was a boondoggle. All I wanted to do was reclaim my property.

Of course, I made a couple mistakes. One, I shouldn't have been recruiting helpers in my frumious state fueled by grog. The second was looking for help in a tavern, although I hadn't realized that was what I was to end up doing. The drink might have been a mistake too.

By the time she approached me, I was already three-sheets to the wind and ranting under my breath. I didn't recognize her for the hotsy-totsy that she was. She was pretty, only a few teeth missing. I told her of my dilemma.

The Governor of the colony had taken the gold broach with my mother's image in the locket for a debt he said I owed. His servant made it clear that I was lucky not to be tossed into debtors prison to boot.

The plan began to formulate in my mind. As I started to lay it out for her she suggested we take it to a back room. She told me she had a friend that could help with the execution of the reclaiming. I was to wait while she went to find him.

Naturally, I acquiesced to take the stratagem to a more private setting. So, I settled down on the corner of the bed and waited. Fortunately, I'd brought a fresh draft with me. She wasn't gone long.

The man that followed her in through the door was a blatant droog. Even in my hazy state I couldn't miss the impact of the dual pistols in his belt and the short sword on the left hip. That wasn't the worst of it. He had a scar from forehead down between the eyes to halfway down the opposite cheek. The scar was overlaid on a cratered face that showed he had survived a bout of the pox sometime long past. And the hat, triangular sailor's hat, I knew I was in a seaport city but, really, did anyone wear those anymore? After that I don't remember much.

Fortunately, I had already drank up most of what I had so they only got a few pence and my vest, oh, and my shoes too. I don't wonder if I may yet end up in prison after the doctor wants his payment for the setting of the arm and the three days in the hospital.

Oh well. Back to getting my broach.





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THE WANDERER

I wonder alone in the wilderness
Why? Because I can't be trusted.

I burned down my neighbor’s house
Carelessly using fireworks.

I didn't look behind me, when
I ran over the cat.

I spoke harshly at my neighbor’s wife
She cried and cried, oh my.

My sister needed a kidney,
I couldn't do it - she died.

Now I wander without pride.
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THE WANDERER

I wonder alone in the wilderness
Why? Because I can't be trusted.

I burned down my neighbor’s house
Carelessly using fireworks.

I didn't look behind me, when
I ran over the cat.

I spoke harshly at my neighbor’s wife
She cried and cried, oh my.

My sister needed a kidney,
I couldn't do it - she died.

Now I wander without pride.
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The Wanderer - A poem
The Wanderer - Poem
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Sestina

From Start to Finish

It seemed so simple as I waited patient,
Time would start soon, thus will I begin,
Through the ether, with much delight
I view the wonders of the universe, with
Stars and Nebula's bright,
Bringing an end to my travel to a new one.

They await my arrival with joy and delight,
I don't want to delay, so thus I begin
To join in with to a chorus, Push, with
Pressure, I think it is, then it's bright,
I squeeze tight against the glare, I'm one
Not to give in even though Mom is the Patient.

I'm tight in my fleshy wrap, this is way I begin
My new time. Confused and delighted with
Joy in my little heart, I just know I'm to be a bright,
talented and a humble One,
but to show it I have to be patient
Before they can see at every turn I'm a delight.

Among the cheers, and camera flashes I, with
Pride take my first step. I hear, see he is bright,
I know, I am too pleased, for they waited for the one
To bring love and joy, they just must be patient
With me as I mean to please, to be a delight,
For my greatest growth is about to begin.

I look up at the night sky with stars bright
And realize they are familiar like I'm one
With their existence. I will understand, I will be patient,
As I strive to understand my place, I know with delight
That is all has meaning, so with that thought I begin
To contemplate the love to whom I have with.

When I started I was the one,
Now I am the patient,
Nearing the end with knowledge and delight,
That through all the years I was right and now begin
My return journey home with
All my new found meaning cheerful and bright.

As I approached the Mighty Patient Father with delight,
Knowing as bright as I was, I can begin again with,
The loves of my life beginning with the one.

by Jerry Hall - All rights reserved.
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