I found myself the other day crouched on the floor of a bookstore and was engrossed in a book that advertised itself as therapy for writers or something of the sort. Writer is a word that I find hard to identify with at times even after well appreciated critiques of this project that I am engrossed in. There are many others I am in awe of who I think carry that mantle very well.
But there were many things in this little therapy session I could identify with ( silly me, thinking it was all in my head). This one had me rolling in unexpected laughter that was very much needed at the moment:
Writer's Block: When your imaginary friends won't talk to you.-Unknown
:)
2025 Fall Foliage - Part 3
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Taking a stroll through some more cemeteries to see the fall foliage, which
has been pretty good this year. The photos below are from Brooklyn and
Queens...
6 days ago

3 comments:
LOLOL!!! omg....
No, you awe!
Yes, my imaginary friend sure is fickle! I hope yours is doing okay by you...
they've improved! :)
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