Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Busy as the one armed paper hanger. Optimistic as aa rational new born. But busy.

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“Tis the season. My place smells of smoke and flame.

I’ll be burning the North Line, or part if it, soon. Perhaps today. I have a short bit that hasn’t been burned off in the last six years or so and the fallen branches and dead grasses are rather thick in there. I’ll need the villages assistance though, as it is their ground to care for. I simply do not wish the fire trap to remain abutting my place any longer.

I should have done it two years ago under a different mayor. We’ll see.

‘Have complete two short stories (which is why I’ve neglected the blog, working on them). Twains “I don’t have the time.” in reference to short short story writing while writing articles and longer short stories is true.

Short stuff takes thinking.

As short as my stuff is, I’m always thinking.


From the reaches,

Ten Mile

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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