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Thursday, September 20, 2018

Pierwalker Log: September 20, 2018

Writing start: 10:06 A.M.
Finish: 3:15 P.M.
Total new words (est.): New poem (see blog post below)
Edited (est.): 10600 + edited two poems

Tasks

1. Failure: Align edit chapter fifteen

2. Book Three Melody: Off till October 4

3. Love Story: Read-through

4. Ant story: Off

5. Fractalverse: Edited latest two poems written

6. Firefly: Read-through

7. Gilligan: Off

8. The Cheapery St. Heroes: Book Two: Off till Monday

Extra notes: I felt the need to write a poem about friendship today--almost certainly because of chapter eleven of Book Three, which was "born" yesterday (that is, I finished its primary edits). It's a preachy poem, and a bit ranty, too. I'm all right with both. When it comes to friendship, I think I'm allowed a little latitude in both directions.

That said, it's still a nice poem.

A day off tomorrow. My belt died, so--hopefully--we're heading up to Coos Bay, to the ginormous Wal-Mart there, so that I can pick a new one up, along with a few more household necessaries. I'm no fan of Wal-Mart and its business model, believe me. Nor am I a fan of Amazon or its business model. Both are predatory and utterly unconcerned with the environment or local economies, despite any horseshit they spew to the contrary. The problem with living in a rural area, very far from anywhere, is that both often are the only choices available--also, I'm certain, by design of both.

The drive up is gorgeous. No. I take that back. The drive up--for me, at least--is spiritual. The rugged coastline, the mountains running down to it, the forest ... It's just so lovely and touching. If you aren't affected by such scenery, then something is very wrong with you.

One more note. I wrote our senators today urging them to get off their quiescent and far-too-complacent asses and defend Dr. Ford against the Supreme Court monster-nominee, whom she has accused of attempting to rape her back in the 80s. I urge you to do the same.

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