Guess what else Mayor Bloomberg woan let ya' drink in NYC?? Ether Capacious (side bar)
I seen this photo of a woman gazin' out onto a scene we cain't see. Mebbe she is akshully lookin' out but thinkin' inward. Her cawfee is near gone, yet she remains. It made me think of the writin' life. I wish't the photo had a pen an' pad on the table.
Writers, including bloggers, edit edit edit. Or, censor censor censor. Thar's more of what ain't said than of what is born in ink.
Over these bloggin' years, I rejected more posts than I published...my blogger dashboard is now purged of many draft posts. Some of them drafts may find life in another venue. Some were time sensitive an' their moment came an' went. Some, written in a flurry of pique, are best zapped to the digital grave. Some wuz jes' gelatinous.
It's a mercy that I spared y'all.
Posted by Aunty Belle at 5:55 AM