For the longest time I noticed that of my many OD followers, one was in Grand Prairie, Texas. Having started allowing for notes over there, she noticed this and introduced herself. Turns out she’s a 74-year-old woman who has taught creative writing. She has an extensive journal of her own about her life and her family’s life as well, which she describes as warm, loving and adventurous. She’s a fantastic writer.:-)

Through an entry of hers, I linked over to this site called Prosebox. I like it a lot. I like how you can have multiple “books” as they call it over there. I plan to have a book for each place that I lived in throughout my life. So that will end up being about 10 books or so, and I might even decide to add a story or two.

Nothing exciting as far as anything going on here or in my dreams. Andy wonders if the cancer dream I had a while back had to do with John McVie being diagnosed with cancer because to him it is like death. I personally can’t imagine feeling that way about somebody that I never met, but Fleetwood Mac is one of his major passions just like blogging is one of mine. Still, I don’t think the dream had anything to do with John. I think it actually had to do with another friend of mine. Like I said before, right disease, wrong friend. We may never know, though.