Got a bit of good news on Friday - we're getting a bonus on Wednesday. It's not much, mind you; just a flat $200 per person if you've worked here at least a year. It's been 4 1/2 years since the last time they did this. I know because I hadn't been here long enough to get a check. But $200 is $200... makes taking this trip to Maine a little easier to manage. Has anyone checked the Weather Channel lately? I need to see the forecast...
Here I stand again, speaking to an empty room. My thoughts aren't worth the cyberspace they would take up if I cared to tweet or post to Facebook, but here I stand anyway. I had no idea how long it had been since my muse had forced me to write. I used to write almost daily, poetry mostly, when I was younger and believed that someone cared what I had to say. I wanted to be e.e. cummings or T.S. Eliot or anyone who seemed to be so comfortable in his own skin to pour out his emotions onto a blank page. It took me a few years to realize that the writers who filled my pantheon of literary deities were not that comfortable after all, but wrote because not writing was more painful than the spilling of emotion. So I think I will take up my keyboard once more, wade out into the battle, and write.
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