The new deadline for finishing my book manuscript is April 14. New moon. So many stupid work interruptions. I'm furious frustrated over not being able to write what I please. I want to write about a very good writer who died but it just doesn't seem right even if I could. I want to write about Massey Energy but that could take years. And I really want to write about Erykah Badu, but the perspicacious Wanda Sykes has pretty much said it all.
PS: Perspicacious is a good thing to call someone. Someone called me it in a letter to the editor once. It was then I discovered that it doesn't mean sweaty.
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Sykes? Really?? Here is a woman who has found fame for doing nothing - which is a fast track and increasingly popular way of setting yourself smack dab in the middle of the radar - and you, of all people, are deferring to her? You're much too good for that. I have just had unbidden images of you chomping organic popcorn on Saturday nights, cross-legged on the couch, watching her, Shudder.
oh - i missed the deadline, didn't I?
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