I AM NOT A DECOY

This Blog entry has nothing to do with decoys. I just thought that's be a fun thing to type in bold. I have finally narrowed down the 1,000s of pictures I have taken in the last several years to one of Beluga Point. I have made some enlargements, two of them, and I will give them to an Ausie named Daryll Foster to paint some stuff over top of the photo. The end result will be the cover for Solid Mud. Very exciting.

Thank you, Mr. Turtle, for the good luck wishes with the new one. And good luck to you on your solo Focus trip. May the weather be void of freezing rain and snow!

The New One: I dabbed at a little warm brain something and came up some very good pages. Last winter (and part of spring) I wrote a preliminary 251 pages (or so) and I am working off of those in five brand new notebooks. They are numbered: 1, 2, 3, 4, & 5. Easy peasy, yep 'n teasy. I started writing last January when 1,000,000 things were on my mind. Many of them worries about the desert. ST advised me that a night-time trip to the beach may be theriputic...and it sure was. That's where the book starts, on the Gulf of Mexico, sitting on the beach, writing the begining of my new book. Thanks for the advice, Mike. I liked it.

FUNNY: I heard a guy say to a girl, "I am an artist. I paint people's chests with titty twisters."