What I learned this past week (“from yesterday’s meeting”)

[from 4/21/2016] For those of you who weren't at writers group yesterday, the assignment for next week is - "Write what you learned this past week."  (From yesterday's meeting until our meeting time next Wednesday.) [S]ee you next week. Joann
I was looking forward to our Buffalo Writers Group meeting last week. I got up early; so early that the sun was just coming up over 1st Ave NW. It was a perfect early morning day. Out in my back yard, I went to many potential garden stations: a rock near the alley, three or four ready-but-empty planting sites surrounded by mulch and a dozen perennials already coming up in a large field of the same cedar chip mulch. Anxiously I went to check on the comfrey rhizomes that I transferred from Duluth  last November.
The comfrey was fine.
Suddenly, my attention was drawn to notice that within the healthy presentation of comfrey shoots an obvious raspberry sprig showed its lovely leaf. My gardener’s brain shifted to Duluth, MN, where I was the estate gardener to a vast, mature colony of raspberries.
If the shoots are just sticking out in Buffalo, they must be still dormant in Duluth.

I looked at my dumb phone to check the time. I selfishly noticed that “now” is the time to go to Duluth to get raspberry roots. But, what about the writers meeting? The raspberries won and I headed to Duluth with a shovel and a bucket.


Last night was one of those thoughtful toss-and-turns when dream life and real life overlapped. The urge to get up and pee arrived as usual, but a voice of reason suggested that I could fall asleep again without any consequences.

A deep sleep produced a world hero. This guy was going to ease the tension between normal people and Islamic terrorists. It all came down to a few secrets. My protagonist self became the owner of knowledge based on a peek into the way…

The edge of fabric started to unravel giving a look at the show inside a tent. For a while images were sexual, almost pornographic, but that was excused as smaller thinking that everyone enjoys.


Solid action idea: Move boxes of old stuff from the shed after sorting into relative likeness.  Put labels that identify literary coffins of books that were never written. An easy starter set is Bill’s notes from Paul. This could be the kernel of a future book. Or maybe Pam and Bill would want…

Another box would hold Bob’s rock data.

Get Real

Recently, I have been meeting with people about job searching, politics and religion. I handed them my calling card that directs them to my blog.

This blog has not been fed for at least a month so I thought I had better do a little to before I get totally ignored as a cyber-nut.

Of all the blogs “out there” there was a blog that I used to look at frequently.  It was named: http://slymarketing.com/

Sometimes I feel that he writes what I should write, but he writes it and I just think about it. Check it out.

Update October 12, 2017 –> As you can see from Fred’s comment below, this (once helpful) site has been taken over by spam. I have broken the link.