A local production of Oklahoma! was forced to halt last night's performance when it ran out of corn.

A local production of Oklahoma! was forced to halt last night's performance when it ran out of corn.

All poets are poor —unless they have a day job.
Or inherit Large Sums.
Or have a benefactor.

I (belatedly) notice this:

"write.narwhal.space uses an invalid security certificate. The certificate expired on July 7, 2018, 10:43:15 AM GMT-7. The current time is January 30, 2019, 8:56 AM. Error code: SEC_ERROR_EXPIRED_CERTIFICATE"

Greetings, @RooTurboMoth, @Manuel, @fribbledom, @skyofmywindow, @csravens, bobjonkman and all.

It's no longer Monday!

Death by pants!

Well, no, that's just one literal translation of the French title for the movie "North by Northwest" — "La Mort Aux Trousses"

"The Spaniard the Blighted My Life." (song)

My ghost story flounders. (Ghosts are unruly. Some of them were taking over the story.)
So I'm resuming a modest detective novel that's flowing more easily.

Minimal happiness here: Switched cell phone carrier.

Years ago I happened upon a line that went something like this: "Another drink, bartender, for the world is slowly coming into focus, and I don't like what I see."

I'm not swilling these days, but I still like the message.

OK. New year, 'fresh start'. Though this week marks a new stab at my lightweight mystery novel. Its story actions were 1) wrong, and 2) internally inconsistent. Things are becoming more clear.

I made the mistake of turning on post-holiday television, following several days without electricity.

Away!

I've been Away From My Office for some time.

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Ghee done. Now I'm back to ... writing. OK, *editing*, yes, that will get me started.

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