If all goes well, I will have this posted by midnight and this blog won’t technically be late, but it feels late. I really did work today and have a Hamburg Writers’ Group meeting, which turned into a brainstorming/moral support exchange with Chel. My son went home this morning; he’d been visiting and got to experience the days of no electric, a HWG meeting, time at the West Falls-Colden Library while I worked my shift, a Springville Griffith-Institute Board of Education meeting, the governor declaring a state of emergency for minor snow fall and various other bits of life over the course of a week.

I succumbed to the disease – or its part of the cult I’m in – and bought a selfie-stick and my son got it to work. Here are pictures of me and him and Husband at the Hamburg Brewing Company:

(This one is with the selfie-stick)

Also, he helped fix the problem I was having with my word-processing program. Technology wins are the best!

Otherwise, I was involved in some high literary drama that escalated into the realm of the bizarre. I’m not sure it’s over yet, but I hope it is. Normally, I wouldn’t mention it, but it took up so much of my time and if I were a man, I have no doubt everything about the situation would have been different. A link on Facebook to an “article” done in Twitter tweets about this very idea appeared on my feed shortly after that, so my theory must be true.

I don’t know if it’s true, but it feels likes the literary highs are getting higher and the lows are tickling rock bottom. I quit writing, you know. I’d had enough the other day. You can guess what happened…I was offered a lot of money to write some essays. A lot of money to me anyways, so, even though I was sure I was out this time, I’m back in. Good thing, too. Writing is the only thing I truly love to do.

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*These are my creekside reflections. Your experiences may vary.