Pesach 2016 Over, Crash Lessons.

Joyous freedom. Bittersweet. The roasted egg, the shank, ... . No leavened bread, not a crumb in the house. I was told it would be a sacrifice cominh hpme to my now 83 year old father, professor emeritus to care for him. My writing business, publishing has expanded, I have the luxury of Barcelona Gipsy Klezmer, the manuscript(s) survived nary a sector of a disc. I am still in contact w/ the owner of a gallery/studio, supportive people, have added supportive people, helping, co-supporting, complementary capabilities, sacrifices? Things surely would have gone other ways otherwise, how couldn't they? And then what has changed? I kept the skills to write one book and now have 64 mss. including 12 volumes of compositions. And what? The amazing Dr. Bitetto (see homepage) is now at 51 books, one way and another on thee e-book market. When he called me after FB friends for some months he had none. I offered to consult him. He took the "Gale Sayers" and took a kilometer or two. Now the award winning miracle in motion writer is in the video making business. Soon to have the link. What a voyage! You spot it; ... you got it!

Crash lessons? It may have been the five blog crashes were from too, much too long of the entries. So tonight I will keep it brief. Basically there are many tools to acquire, simple, not always easy, and definitely worthy of sacrifices. I miss my friends from the past, some contact w/ some, speaking of the days I first started writing and how supportive. Sure. Reaching to the Creator and a thousand hands come back, in some other time than my schedule. Art subject. (And writing is an art. Ceap too sometimes, say ... inexpensive.) Open-minded beingness of nature left me believing and have misbeliefs, myths of the falsehoods. One residual effect was the five years of writing fairly regularly along my usual life, now w/out alcohol, w/out television, both by choice, and the consequential event of qualifying and joining Mensa, where they sent me my "papers" for being "gifted in intelligence," to me unbelievable and open-minded. Can I prove it that writing helped? Therapy? My personality changes, shedding character defects, being sober (even clean from caffeine for a year where I have now surpassed that time. If you want change? Change. Something. Anything. Note, journal, observe objectively as possible. Any damned way ... writing has its ... rewards. All for now, praying for you and me to be free of the ... blog crash that Babylon Teen, the Monster that Ate Cleveland, will live to protect us for many lives, both Kats at the Keyboard and Cretins of the Coral/Reef Madness . To thee "Muses!" Consider me supporting you. Contact is open.