This was the coolest May and half of June this place has seen for a while. It was raining, and I watched the dawn from the front verandah with a kettle of tay, wishin' I had some company, but still enjoyin' the peace.
Less than 6 months I had to wait for 'the day' to go home. For the day the mullethead just had to see, and something I now knew I had to experience as a. . .um. . .man.
What is it? That I cannot say, though the information is out there.
The final chapter of my first set was goin' to go up in a week or two, then I had to wait on 2 volumes of poetry, my marvelous 4 volumes of short stories, and my very weird rather pornographic conclusion that I wrote more for someone else not in this household than myself; but that reason fell apart, so never mind. From the rate things were a'goin', it looks like my initial estimate of givin' myself until April 15, 2012 was right, but bein' I no longer cared if I saw the last volume up, all was cool. After all, I was doin' OK considerin' my lack of advertisin'. My work had a small followin', so my words were gettin' out. Perhaps not so much on this blog, but hey. Here, there, why should I care?
Off to do a few more things I gotta do.
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