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Friday, October 27, 2006

Thanks for visiting. I am no longer updating Notes to Self. I hope you'll join me on my current website,


(shattered, shattered)
Work and work
for love and sex
Ain't you hungry for success
Does it matter?

I wish I had the tech-savvy and the licensing rights to open each blog entry with music. That Rolling Stones tune got in my brain as I was outside taking this photograph and thinking about the theme for today's post.

It could be the score for my week. I have been working like a demon. It's to do with writing, but too nascent to talk about. On a sort-of-completely unrelated front, I can tell you that Patrick and I will be in Ireland for two weeks in March, so if that's in your neighborhood, and you might like to come out and hear me read, please drop me a line and let me know. The hotel is paid for, so don't worry, you won't have to roll out the hide-a-bed. But you might have to buy me a drink.

I am in a supremely good humor. I have a real post coming down the pike (or is it pipe) about tonight's Halloween party and my son's meltdown last night, but I am so glad to have the week's work nearly done and out the door, I am not ready to buckle down and write with any focus just yet.

I was close enough to the finish line this morning to make the rounds. Here are some highlights:

Brandon's audio post of his recent speech to Americorps Volunteers is terrific. If you ever find yourself doubting that real writers blog, go listen to this.
LeahPeah and Laid-Off Dad are plugged in.
Holly is coming home.
Jen has gone on a Bloglines diet. Happily, my blog is so loaded with fiber, it is virtually calorie-free. Chewy, but satisfying. Like oatmeal.

There. That should keep you busy and out of trouble until I get back.


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