Well, this was the view from my room at a certain lake in Kentucky I visited this holiday weekend. It rained the whole time, except for an hour or so at sunset. The room had a private patio to sit on, and the temperature was an unseasonable seventy degrees. It was so nice to sit, play a little geetar, and clear my thoughts. I feel better. I feel relaxed. I feel warm and fuzzy. (That last one is bullshit.)I hope everyone is having a nice MLK day. I am working on a blog for you writers concerning sophistication, which is a companion to voice (see: "Finding Your Voice and How to Use It" in my blog archive), so check back for some tidbits of truth.
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