I did it to spend more time on a few writing projects, and because of some mad depressions, chronic Trumpitis, too
many doses of TMI given and received, and a surplus of unrequited hurricanes (you’ll
have to figure that out for yourselves).
I’m also taking a hiatus from the News, real & fake, and will limit
that intake to once weekly. The
Huffington Post has become a mush of Tabloidian titillations, anyway. This actually might be fun, as everyone else
will continue to be demoralized daily by #45, I can store up my heightened
anticipation of outrageous-er and outrageous-er Tweets from the runamok manchild in The White House, have a good laugh, let go of it, move on and store up the
seriocomic angst until the following week (rather like how Confession
works).
Sooo … after today, if anyone
would like to palaver, buy my books, or commiserate on our collective national
nightmare, just comment below or use the links here, where you'll find connections to booksellers and my snail- and e-mail addresses.
Meanwhile, a
pumpkin-bodied grandson will tide us all over nicely. There's a secret of
life in there somewhere.
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