Writers' Notes
  • MIZZ PAW'S BLOBs and excerpts
    • Blog - THE PLOT IS in the BEAT
    • Mother's Day - Good Riddance
    • Response to me sister's response about I'm WalkingHere Blob
    • I'M WALKING HERE!
    • 2/26 Blog HIATUS, extinction, parents
    • Blob 2/16/13
    • Happy Valentine's Day GRANDMA You're going to Jail
    • 5/6/12 Writing in my sleep
    • 5/1/12 Baby Vilho found a home
    • 4/11/12 excerpt:Letter to my Therapist
    • 2/25/12 Writing baby
    • 2/22/12 to barbara BOMBED REINDEER >
      • Another email from Barbara
    • 2/18/12 the BEATS
    • 2/12/12 Genrecast. What genre are you?
    • 2/13/12 DO NOT WRITE WHAT YOU KNOW!
    • 2/9/12 Raw footage protection
    • 2/8/12 So, what's it about?
    • 2/7/12 Ewwww!
    • 2/4/12 Writers block and Shooting Apples
  • excerpts from 17 preface
  • Excerpts from 17
    • His Head Was Found at the Driver's Wheel
    • GRANDMA'S NIGHT OUT
    • Excerpt 2 His Head Was Found at the Driver's Wheel
    • Vilho Continues his Story at the Golden Spike Snippet
    • Does the Boy Miss His Mother?
    • THE LITTLE INSURGENTS THEY CALLED US
    • scare all the girls
    • Deb de la Rosa Is Too Ladylike for This
    • ANA AND TUNNELMAN
    • Tunnelman and the Moonletts Amerika East
  • uh...about me, sort of
  • Croatia, Home war
  • GRANDMA'S NIGHT OUT

I musta died but I don't remember a thing.

2/6/2013

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I woke up needing coffee but I was not in my own bed. Of course this has happened much more than I care to admit but not since Obama beat whoWASthat? Oh, right Sarah Palan. It's all coming back to me now.

So, here I am in a king sized bed so big you can lay anyway and still fit. Crossways, sidewise, and regular. No one else was in the bed such as my baby Olin and where was he? His stuffed owls and a condor are here, alls well.

I'm up high only 1 feet below two skylights with a view of rain. Oh yes, I rented this place. It's a loft, artists loft so they say in downtown Portland Oregon. Portland is a series of neighborhoods that used to be towns or tracts. This tract is on the edge of the center, on the edge of Chinatown, edge of "The Pearl", to use Real Estate argot. Why is it that all the characters who have committed murders on the NANCY GRACE  network are real estate agents, like big time ones, entrepreneurs who "handle" whole housing developments that call "million dollar homes." Not houses, mind you but homes, even through not all the walls are up and the invisible squatters are still living there hiding evidence of their existence from the hedge fund operators.

Where was I? Going down, almost fall,  stairs. Down a long flight of stairs. What's a not so nice old girl doing in a place like this?

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