out here. No traffic noise. No airplanes flying over. Not much to
disturb the crickets and frogs but the occasional dog barking or the
yip yip yip of a faroff coyote.
I am lying on a chaise in my backyard, looking up at a million stars.
My yard is surrounded by trees but open right behind the screen porch
so at night I can lie here and gaze at big sky. Very big. And very
dark. I swear I can see the milky way on a crystal clear night like
tonight. I've laid out here so often that I have learned to tell time
by the location of the constellations. I think it is my favorite
place. Well, except maybe for Slink Shoals the way it used to be.
Nothing like sleeping next to a running river. But that is another
story, for another time.
Nothing like the night sky. I lie here pondering my next project, and
wondering when I might finish my current one. I wonder if anyone is
interested in my comics. The first book I put together sold like
crazy. But that was a very long time ago. Even before the internets.
Remember back then?? When we advertised in weeklies and magazines.
Hmmm. I do.
Time for bed. Critique at nine tomorrow morning. Every Wednesday. But
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