I just woke up a half hour ago. I like working on the third shift again, but. There are small issues. I liven a busy street so noise is a problem. The garbage truck drivers think they are Dale Jr. My dad seems surprised when I call him, "you sound down.". Actually, I just woke up and the caffeine hasn't kicked in. Duh!
I haven't written about the Talking Stick 20 book release party. It was great. I met so many interesting people there. I was hoping to find someone to edit my short story collection but my shyness kept me from asking. It was amazing seeing my poem in the book along with so many gifted writers. I read my poem in front of about 50 people. That was scary, easily the biggest crowd I had read in front of. My poem 'Scars' is very personal. Now, dad wants to see the book and of course, my poem. How will he react? Will he realize it is mostly about him. I was thinking of showing him my book but afraid of the pain it would cause. Wish I knew what to do.
The sun shines here today, cool.
Peace
dumbdavid
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