A writer needs the occasional distraction when their nose is literally
buried in Microsoft Word. Four Black-tailed Deer just showed up in the
yard next door so I grabbed the Nikon and photographed them over the
fence. We were literally three feet apart with only a high fence between
us. Well, I've got so much more to think about. Deadlines and
commitments. What to leave in, what to leave out. I'm older now but
still runnin' against the wind. Hmmm. I wonder if Hemingway ever spent
sunny afternoons writing on the back deck quoting prose from Bob Seger?
Ughhh... back at her.
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