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I’m not even going to pretend that I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve posted. I’ve just sort of lost the desire to talk about anything going on in my life, because nothing much is really going on at all, and what little that is going on is rather bleak and depressing. I suspect that it’s going to be like this for as long as I continue to live in that awesomely repulsive apartment.

In the meantime: I’ve signed up for the Clarion Write-A-Thon. I’ll be writing three stories over the six weeks that Clarion is held in San Diego, and posting word counts and excerpts on my write-a-thon profile page. (You are of course welcome to donate – if not to me, then to any of the other 100+ writers listed on the site.) For those of you who also follow me on Twitter, (yes, I’m talking to all five of you!), I’ll also tweet updates there. I probably won’t blog much. I say I will, and then I never do – this should be no surprise to any of you by now.

Ok, back to staring blankly at my cubicle walls.

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Originally published at Livia Llewellyn.

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Marine Autumn

I owe you marine autumn
With dankness at its roots
and fog like a grape
and the graceful sun of the country;
and the silent space
in which sorrows lose themselves
and only the bright crown
of joy comes to the surface.

--Pablo Neruda.


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