Thanks guys for your kind words. I've been heading into this mood for awhile, attempting to outrun it like a dumb hick trying to outrun a tornader. but like the twister, it caught up with me.

i'm better today, and things will only get better. the sun is shining, tho they're calling for rain this weekend.

and liz, i like to call it an aluminum lining. it's all shiny like silver and looks great, but easily crumbles.

i do try to appreciate the small things. been doing a lot of that lately. obsessed with the afternoon sun. we have the best skies here, a deep blue directly above fading out to the lightest of blues the further away it is and enormous fluffy clouds roll by. we're under the outer approach for the airport, so every day plane after plane flies by overhead, and yep, lots of times i wish i was on one of them.

i had a new york neighbor obsessed with those planes. even before 9-11. he'd sit on his steps outside and just watch them, one after the other. and then sometimes when i passed his house, i could see him in the bay window looking up at the sky. he finally told us one day that he was waiting for one of them to come crashing into the house. ah, the pessimism of new yorkers. gotta love that.

anyway, off on my own thing here i guess. i've been editing a few of my pieces. i've got one i love that i'm struggling with the beginning of. i've rewritten it, but i'm not sure i like it at all. it feels like a info dump.

Saf was kind enough to send me a southern journal link. i looked over one of my nonfiction pieces again and i think i'll send them that. they don't want the stereotypical southerner like dead mule likes, and most of my fiction pieces are that. if i could get my other one fixed to my satisfaction, i'd send them that one too.

saturday it will be two weeks before we open submissions on the ezine. i've still got a few things left to do on the site, so i need to get my butt in gear. it's the last piddly details, which always drive me crazy. gotta get hubby to help me with search engine placement(he's a self professed guru of that).

ok, i'm outta here to apologize profusely for not helping Saf in time. i feel like a smuck for that.