This is one of those days.
OK, I think I figured out how to do it---there should be a photo of my wife, Rita, and I with our grandchildren to the left. It's just too good not to share.
Ostensibly, the family was gathered at the beach to compose a family photo for our Christmas card this year. Of course, you have to take lots of photos to get the one that's just right. Protestations to the contrary from a few others in the family who might say this photo isn't the one, I would put it at the top of our short list.
Happy Thanksgiving to all.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
"Thanksgiving Dad"
Some days my writer's vision is totally different than my reality. Today is one of those days. Here is where I would be in my mind's eye:
Sitting at a small desk nestled amidst stacks of books in a cavernous, be-shaddowed library with shelves all around. A small light illuminates my immediate surroundings as I sit, spectacles perched on the end of my nose. Teasing out just the right words, I slowly add to the aging manuscript taking form on the pages before me. I could sit in that spot for hours in my reverie. But alas, the hours are fleeting.
In the meantime, check out the Rhyme of the Month on my website ( http://www.billkirkwrites.com )---a little something for Thanksgiving, written in the spirit of Bob Newhart. Enjoy.
Sitting at a small desk nestled amidst stacks of books in a cavernous, be-shaddowed library with shelves all around. A small light illuminates my immediate surroundings as I sit, spectacles perched on the end of my nose. Teasing out just the right words, I slowly add to the aging manuscript taking form on the pages before me. I could sit in that spot for hours in my reverie. But alas, the hours are fleeting.
In the meantime, check out the Rhyme of the Month on my website ( http://www.billkirkwrites.com )---a little something for Thanksgiving, written in the spirit of Bob Newhart. Enjoy.
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