The NO-poetry Week!

Okay, if poetry doesn't interest anyone, how about the beach and all things peachy beachy?

How about the dazzling white sand against the emerald green water of the Gulf--all hazed out and mixed like an impressionistic painting by the summer heat? That's where I am. I'm almost frenzied with decisions: to write (my new collection of linked stories is in progress); to paint (Nicholas and I are taking a few lessons from self-taught artist, Jennifer Harwell and we brought art supplies); to read (I'm on a Hudson Strode kick--taught creative writing at the U of Alabama for years); or just to munch on parched peanuts bought raw at Buress's on the way down, sip on a Diet Coke, eat watermelon, take a nap...the possibilities of sheer joy are endless here!

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