It's late here in Australia, and the Machinist is calling me to bed.
Each day when I wake, I have so many great intentions of getting great things done INCLUDING blogging. Most days, I dont fit everything in, and it is especially frustrating for me NOT to blog, because I... well.... I ..... I like to blog. Some days, I get the opportunity to blog, have so much to say, but can't seem to get it out and on here. Then I start reading about other people's lives and run out of 'awake' time and get frustrated with myself all over again. Perhaps I should read Don Aslett's book. Again. For the umpteenth time:
I suppose many bloggers have this problem, after all - there is nothing new under the sun and tomorrow is another day...
For now, though, it's off to bed, sleepy head. I'll be thinking about the scenes and stories from Gladys Taber's writings - http://www.gladystaber.org/ . Beautiful. Sorry, Don, but I'll get to you later.