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Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Perhaps 100,000 strong!

Thanks to the 10,332 who have read and/or follow this blog. We love our viewers, even if you only visit once. :) For all 8 of my blogs, I am near 100,000 readers or so. Thank you!!!Writers write to be read; this I believe. Money is wonderful; to be able to support yourself and your family doing what you love is a privilege, but it is to be read and appreicated, or even debated, and even scorned---[no publicity is bad publicity!] that writers crave. It is what drives us. I would write in expectation of an audience if only the scorpions and desert snakes were my audience, or even if I were the last person on earth. I read today a headline that as a race, we humans can count our days. I don't know that I believe our days are numbered, or that the world can be destroyed, but I respect Mother Earth. Does anyone really go away completely when they die? Are there remnants and memories of the DNA of lost species, like the dinosaur traits many reptiles share, or the ancient plants that still grow on the earth? Some of us bear traces of our Neanderthal ancestors, and others have collective cultures and memories that seem to predate all time. But, back to the mundane, wonderful world of now. I have a few days off, "three rare and wonderous pearls" as Virginia Woolf would say. I have nowhere to go tonight, except to my family, to cook, to walk later in the cool fall air. It is relief, and much needed.

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