Expanding on the theory …

that nothing is too bland to publish it in a blog:

  • Even remember what I had for breakfast this morning: coffee and a buttered pretzel at the French Bakery run by a Russian & his wife, followed by an EC-organic half-blood orange at home.
  • Somewhere along the day I searched the web for good blog hosts and came upon WordPress.
  • Created this blog based on somebody else’s blog I’d stumbled upon by accident*: Poetry mail from Madelyn Conner
  • Did a load of laundry (colors).
  • Started vacuuming the place, left the vacuum in the hallway because not finished.
  • Went out to give advice to my ex-wife & to go on a walk with the dog we trade back & forth.
  • Too much rain & wind nixed the walk.
  • Now I’m back home & posting like the dickens.

*Provided that accident and chance exist.

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About James Steerforth

I am an author of poetry and fiction, translator and painter who loves to have fun with borrowed feathers.
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