After a day of newspapering and mulching beds, I was covered with a fine layer of black dust, which I finally and gratefully washed down the drain. Showers must be one of life's finest pleasures. And now I am listening to a maddening fly and trying to build up enough gumption to fit in a little more work tonight--this time on the computer on a story that was just accepted provided I revise a few things. I would have had it done by now if it weren't for the long beautiful sunny days.
Here are a pictures of a few journals I've received this spring with my work printed inside them. The links to the websites are below right under "My Scribblings."
No. Gumption.


