winded, winder, and winding down ~

i'm doing my homework.

i thought it was going to be this huge difficult pain in the rear so i was putting it off, but it turns out it's a piece of cake (so now i'm goofing around in another way) ~ it's all good: two more pages of an essay and i'm done. cataloging is easy! but then i have a brain for minutiae.

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i started writing this long post about "buddy stories" and the curse of homoeroticism, but i think that's kinda heavy for a holiday monday. i thought it might be good because it's memorial day and people would be all agreeable about what i was ranting about...oh well, maybe i'll post it tomorrow.

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i'm so addled by the heat (what's with the record temps? didn't i move to minnesota to get away from this weather?), that i banged my head on the shelf in the kitchen when i leaned to fill thee dogfood bowl.

now i have a dehydration/concussion headache.

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writer's workshop today yielded no rotten fruit thrown in my general direction, so i feel mildly okay with the new start for the book. mildly. it feels heavy on the exposition and history junk. i like my description of General Winder getting blown up, but the rest of it feels dry to me. it could be that i'm just saturated to the gills with having spent the week reading official battle reports. i'll let it sit and move forward.



this poor handsome devil
is the first croaker named in my book.
happy memorial day to you,
General Charles Sidney Winder, CSA (1829-1862).
He was class of 1850 at West Point.
KIA, Battle of Cedar Run (Slaughter Mountain).
32 years old.

and it begins to rain! relief! thank you God!

: D