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Log: Where Was I, Where Am I?
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That is when my first poem was published and a Phd nun told me I was now an authority. Why do people say such things to writers. I carry it around like an overstuffed croker sack. I was psychologically damaged into thinking I was in charge. That is how leaders are taught, by the way. They are lied to and they spend their lives making the lie a truth. It was a hard road. I have known and read with three poet laureates, attended one's funeral. I an tired.
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Enter the concept of learning and self-teaching. Directed has its uses as a tool to disperse lots of information in an organized slate known as a meeting national writers. Off the reader lists for much sought after podiums. Would not mind a few open mics, but Covid shut em down.
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Novels - just fun! Where an I? Mostly done.
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Lady A
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