Here comes the beginning of a blog that I can say exactly what I think and want to write, unlike the Raven one which should be for Raven clients but which has unfortunately veered into more esoteric territory when it should remain professional and uncontroversial. Welcome to my real world.
Sunny springlike day here in the desert is drawing me outside to plan the garden. This year I'm not putting in seeds of stuff that sound good for you that I never eat, but only things I always do, (and hopefully they rise up like Lazarus which is not always the case with my garden, as it has a mind of its own.) Marla loves this enterprise and spends a lot of time with her paws on the fence planning raids she never makes but it's good for her doggie brain intrigues. There's a lot of dirt and sweat involved with this, but I rather like it. So that's the beginning part.
The ending part is the last chapter of a book I've been writing for years which I hope to finish in the next few days. Finish is a silly word for this endeavor, since then the editing takes place - first by my dearest termagent reader, Christy, a shrewd and ruthless slicer of hyperbole and then by me, aided by those who have an opinion ("That's cheesy, take it out", "he sounds like an asshole", "nobody will ever buy that" and various other suggestions..) All of which are usually correct and incorporated.
Reading back over this, I sound a bit stilted, but bear with me, it'll loosen up.
Love, K
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