Olivia Daydreaming

Olivia Daydreaming
Originally uploaded by my.third.eye

I love my dog. I urge you, too, to love my dog. As Baby I is to the Great Plotnik, so Olivia is to the Great Moi. I am of the belief that one can never post enough photos of one's dog or one's children (I would post more of my child if he were here for me to take pictures of! Alas, I believe he is still in Edinburgh.

What more can I say? Not much. I am engulfed in scheduling new classes for the Fall Session of the Writing Salon...and turning the Summer website into the Fall website. 'Tis a tedious and time-consuming task. One's eyes blur, one's lower back aches, one's brain becomes addled by things like html codes and proofreading and editing and linking and saving and re-saving, ad nauseum.

Romantic young writers who come here to take classes often exclaim that I have such a cool job, to be able to run the Writing Salon. They think I'm lolling about with other writers all day and night, having artsy intellectual fascinating conversations about characterization and plot and vivid imagery, I guess. Their naivete makes me feel ridiculously wise.

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[msmush]

Livvy B. seems to possess the wisdom of all dogs everywhere here.