Now the screenplay (yet another draft) is in abeyance; my edited book has gone to the publisher for the next stage; Matt is on a walker and he’s moving over to rehab next week to learn how to walk again when the boot-cast comes off; and my cast comes off on Monday and I will begin physiotherapy. So today I started to dig my way down the mountain of paper on my Paper Desk: four-inch piles across the width of the desk. Among other items I found several book reviews I could not resist. I managed to keep my order down to six. Quite restrained, because I found some gift coupons for books. More!!
I found lots of blog ideas, coming soon to a computer near you, also ideas and quotations and - stuff - for a commonplace blog.
I’ll drop one on you as I sign off: “If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at the people he gave it to.” Dorothy Parker
I am very tired, oddly enough.
Where did this bullet come from?

I’m working on words but i keep losing them. i push delete to back up and sometimes everything disappears. Here’s the last word:

berm noun a flat strip of land, raised bank, or terrace bordering a river or canal.

• a path or grass strip beside a road.

• an artificial ridge or embankment, such as one built as a defence against tanks. berms of shovelled earth.

• a narrow space between a ditch and the base of a parapet.

ORIGIN early 18th cent. (denoting a narrow space): from French berme, from Dutch berm .

i won’t delete anything for fear of losing it again. i knew berm, but i like the word, and looked it up again. i’ll give you the list of the words I’ve already worked on, and lost (a couple of times):

bricolage; ommateum; gyoza; deafferent (adjective of a theatre in Melbourne, not fully understood); grimoire (loved this one); panicle.

I think I should quit while I’m ahead.

The thing is, I’m back, such as I am.