Those cats are no longer with us. The big one on the bottom tied the world record for cat toes, according to a vet tech. Twenty-seven toes. He looked like several cats glued together, and he had a lovely personality. But, no, that’s not what I’ve been doing.
I have gotten back into playing music. In fact, over the weekend, I performed at a neighborhood party, my first performance of any kind in years. I had a bit of an epiphany while staying in France last Spring, and developed a new and deeper understanding of authenticity. My own especially. I wrote a post about it that you can read over on my writing blog, should you be so inclined. The link is above, to the right. Just click it. Go on, it works. Ahem. Sorry about that. When I was in my teens and twenties, I really wanted to be a folk singer hero. You know, the next Bob Dylan. Of course, Dylan is a heck of a poet, and I’m not, but who’s counting, right? My first song was “Sounds of Silence” from Simon and Garfunkle. Amazingly, my dad’s guitar and my brother’s old record player were both in tune. One string at a time, I plunked it out. Imagine my surprise some years later when, upon checking the sheet music, I discovered that I had it just right! Some people would say it was meant to be. I just say I was lucky. But, I didn’t do much with that talent (I am okay on guitar, no Clapton, but okay) nor with my writing for a few decades. That is a shame, for me. But now, I’m back, folks!
So I practice my music every day. I have a YouTube channel, which shall go nameless for now because there’s nothing on it but a bit of filler, where I will be posting songs as I get good at them, either for the first time, or again. I’ll post when the first videos are up. I also write every day. Not necessarily my current novel project, but stuff, lots of stuff. Blog posts? Yes, even blog posts. And my current project is close to being drafted. (Autocomplete wanted “finished.” A lot autocomplete knows!) This book will sell, because I’m tired of practicing. I’ll post how that’s done as well, either here or on my writing blog, maybe on both. Also, we continue to prepare to move to France. I actually miss France, although it’s difficult to find Fritos ™ there.
There. Two posts, one story. But, also be sure to keep reading the stuff from OddGodfrey. She’s a good writer, and a sailor, and currently in Brazil.
Later!
