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
:)
Summer hawk molt
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It's summer molt season for our local Red-Tailed Hawks as they discard the
feathers they've had for the last year and replace them with new plumage.
Resi...
1 week 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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