Ooh, how cool - and how timely! A pity you are not free to attend his talk. I wonder who lives in the house now. In your story it's decked out for Halloween. In real life too?

Oh my - the ending!! I did not see that coming. One never does with your freewrites, all full of surprises. The Pink House Oooh, I love the backstory. The house is real, standing in your "hillbilly"

Ditto that! I was about to post the lightning excerpt with my own praise, but you nailed it before I got here, @owasco. Thank you for resteeming (reHiving?) this one! Life is lightning ... nothing more

"What is he really like? More importantly, what am I really like?! We'll know by Friday. Stayed tuned." Oh my! How will you "know" that soon what he's really like...??? By going with

"Leaves flutter" in a coffee shop - I hadn't thought of leaves (pages) of a book. Clever! Steaming coffee, inside where it's warm, looking out at the overcast (cool, damp) morn - so few words

Oh dear, I do not deserve to have any "fans" - I abandoned the ghost writing gig. They have my real name, bio, and photo. I don't even get to see the cover art, title, author alias, the book

Sometimes a carp is a carp, and a meme is a meme Lots of great memes there - this one is a favorite:

P.S. It goes without saying, but - I LOVE YOU TOO!!! Your writing (fiction, poetry, essay) always speaks to me :)

I love your writing, the way your real life slips in between the words like butter adding so much to dry bread, or like the unseen spices that make the difference between a gourmet spaghetti sauce and

Always, I'm amazed at how much you pack into so few words. His commands each day: why would any sane woman comply? She finds ways to execute each order. You comment: "all three of his commands could

What a great story! Filled with suspense and irony, and that surprise twist at the end. I had never read it before. Clever. :) Thanks for the link!

You're wondering now... Eat Dirt Nah, I don't wanna know. :)

You have lost soooo many loved ones. Brothers, father of your children, mother, the list is so long. God bless you!

The warmongers lining their pockets - the dead with sand in the pockets - My mind kept going back to your poem "Keen" and that shirt pocket in the closet, so, head is not in the game. Raise the

That haiku - it leaped out at me - love it! All the insights. "Nothing else" to blog about, not when the warmongers feed us lies to get us to sit quiet and complacent while they kill kill kill.

Marianne and feltbuzz and all the freewrite team did save a lot of despairing writers from giving up. Also you all gave us an incentive to keep writing. Feedback! The most enticing of all rewards for writing.

Diatomaceous earth - I've had a $20 bag of it since 2019. Came highly recommended by a Steemit writer from the south (@crescendoofpeace) but I couldn't get the dogs to eat it (no matter what I mixed it

Well, I am not biased, and I say your son is drop-dead gorgeous. :) Post more pictures any time. :) :)

Torundel - and Runt de Lot! (Is that an anagram - or just a word jumble) - Of course I remember, and yes, it was a community, a veritable village of people who seem REAL to the reader. Are they really

Ohhh you convey the weight of sorrow, the immediacy of it even a year later (half a century later, their clothing can bring back that same immediacy) - how I feel it with you!!! This, I know, and know