Well well well, It's Wednesday. It's been a month. Seems a lot longer.

It's hard to starting after so long a hiatus. It's been years. I almost don't remember what it feels like. It would be different if I was going to write something small, but it's the write for the next six month, or from now on that I find daunting. That's a lot of writing, a lot to say. Maybe I'll try one of my old writing exercises.

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Well, I got a nice image of a fishing bobber going down, that quick little jerk sending out ripples. It was two bites, one right after the other, the second set of ripples riding over the other. If I back track follow the line out of the water and back to the pole, I come to the hand holding it I go up the arm and the fisherman n is turning to the other person it the boat. "I'm getting a bite." he says. Then the bobber really goes down and he jerks the pole and says this time, "I got 'im," and he begins to work the real. keeping a strain on the hook. Then the tip of the rod gives way and he knows he lost the fish. "Shit, Through me another beer,"