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My newspaper editor sent me an email saying the following:

We got lots of spam....
...but no Pam.

Sadness consumes us.


This would mean I have been neglecting (horribly, woefully and awfully so) my column writing of late. I've been so busy writing articles and web content for OTHER people that I've let go of my own writing career. Not good. I need to find a way to get back on that horse, so to speak. My muse seems to have abandoned me in all the stress of my life. Who could blame her? I'd abandon me too, but I have people that depend upon me so here I'll stay I 'spose.

I'm ok. Just in a funk. Now, back to writing more ezine articles on how to play the game of pool. Billiards. 9-ball. Could anything be more boring? I think not.

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  1. You know they love you when they write you haikus.

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  2. I know! He's a great editor and ever so patient with me. I'm very lucky.

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  3. If I won the lottery my muse would come running back like an eager labrador puppy. I'm just too wrecked in the evening after starting work at 8.

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