You can't say I'm not trying. I'm in bed and almost wiped out but I have to write a blog. It's worse than brushing your teeth isn't it? I mean it's so inexorable. Not as noisy as a dog but just as daily. I suppose some of the daily annoyances could come up for inspection but one doesn't want to be a pedant. Oh, go ahead. I jumped on someone yesterday for saying fort-ay, instead of fort, when he was saying some skill was not his forte. That's a tough one, I mean one I'm not going to win. Even John Gielgud said for-tay - for posterity; I had it on a recording he made of The Importance of Being Earnest. Does anyone else have pet peeves? Like the difference between may and might or career and careen. I suppose because I'm a writer and therefore some sort of editor and because for years after I graduated I marked English essays for extra money, that I'm a stickler for correct language and accurate expression. My little inner monitor never stops mentally correcting what I see, read, hear and yes, think. I keep trying to polish my own thinking, as well as others'. Of course, I have learned the hard way that it's DEATH to correct anyone else. It's worse than telling them they have bad breath. Just turn your head the other way. Good night.

Thank you, the person who liked me enough to nag me to write a new blog. I have been busy, as we all are. It's not that I haven't been thinking; in fact, I've been thinking too much. It's not only time (finding it, using it) that is difficult, it's choosing - what to do, what to write about, what to do first, what to write about first. Well, everyone has that problem, but not everyone is lucky enough to have nags and noodges, both internal and external, to force one back on the path. (What path?) A lot happened during the last two weeks of April. I got a grant (see Links); I filed my income tax return (always traumatic); I made muffins for several people, and soup (and some new recipes); I found a dramaturge to help me in developing my best, as yet unproduced, play; and, of course I've been reading, always reading. Here are a few ideas I've had for blogs, as yet unwritten:

. the movie in my mind

. the novel in my head

. the novels I have read that no one else has, because they are unpublished efforts by students, wannabes and friends.

. "I can do that" (from Chorus LIne)

. more on procrastination, the uses thereof

. and Happy May First (see April First)

Anyway, here I am again. Now I have to write a new generic letter, not the same as a blog, but close. Tomorrow comes very soon.