Tuesday com on Friday this week. Damn if I know how to splain that, but here it is. I ain't got nothin done yet and now the wind is up and it blew out my torch so I can't cook them goatheads.

Wish I actually had something in mind of some substance, but you know how it always comes up when you're away from the keyboard and I guess it leaks out the fingers -- if they were actually on a keyboard at the time it would be OK, but it's too late now.

Ray Bradbury said to writers in general, "Work. Relax. Don't think."

Don't put it off, sit down and do it.
Don't get uptight.
Don't let the "stuff" swirl around in your head -- let it flow out the fingers.

Now my 13-year-old cat wants in. Gotta go. See ya.

;B