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It could have used some editing...
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Miscellany
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... but as a second draft it's fair. The ad for the Oil Lamp I mean. There were, of course, countless details that were left out and various spelling errors, some unfinished thoughts, but all in all it's OK and will have to do. I'm just trying to sell a lamp after all. And almost 3500 words, which makes it virtually one tenth of a Hemingway novel, or one hundredth of War and Peace, and I've only had the time that slips between cracks to work on it.
Now to redirect and refocus my attention to other things less base and commercial...Like getting a job, the end of August draws near and I don't want to be landing anywhere near the restaurant...
For Sale - 1 Genii Infested Oil Lamp
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: For Sale
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A ridiculous amount of copy for such a cheap item, yet once I began telling my story I couldn't stop until I had told it all.
"He stoppeth 1 of three...."
Now to get it onto Craigslist and Kijiji....
No Blogging Today
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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Or, what I should have written is: "Working on selling a Genii Infested Oil Lamp"; 2500 words already, which is nothing but it's actually about 7500 words with 5000 words scratched out and 2500 words kept. The 7500 words written only took a couple of hours, but the 5000 words scratched out have taken the rest of the day.
Still, it's almost done and with luck I'll be rid of the cursed lamp by the weekend and my mind will be free to roam on to other things.
Look forward to it appearing here - soon.
A cacophony of magpies
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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There's a cacophony of magpies that have taken objection to my cat.
The raucous is there when you come home, 3 to 5 of them in the tree, the hedge, overhanging the eavestrough, all venting their displeasure at my cat.
The cat meows as if she doesn't know what she's done to offend them. Probably she has offended them, stalked the wrong one, they're not giving up.
She curls next to me on the front step and by association now I'm the next target, the ongoing cackling and jeering, swooping in, near and nearer, marching up the lawn in concert they chase her indoors.
And when she sits on the chest in front of the window they parade up and down the sidewalk, still scoffing and gibing, she can only sit on the windowsill and click...
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