Ever so often my books reach deep inside and hook their claws into my soul and refuse to release me. When book hook occurs my universe shrinks into nothingness - I simply disappear.
I apologize for my neglect of all this white space.
Not that I should feel the need for justification of my actions, but hey, you're my friends.
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As it stands my plans for next weekend involve gun powder and hot lead. Should be fun. Notes will be taken.
I need to dig out a few safe queens and put 'em thru their paces. Come on down and join us...bring ammo.
Stephen