I’d like to claim I was frozen all this time, but I was merely cold. Cold and busy, working on a little project called The Redhead Roadkill Hour, a one woman show. From world wide web to little black box – and back.
Hank’s still here, too. Holding on by his nippers. Only, we’ve taken the whole schtick on the road with the Roadkill Show. Anyway, if we ever get it on the actual road, I promise to let you know next time, since now I’ve worked out all the kinks, ehem.
Well, I just love my bad apple blog. It amuses me to peruse old cannibal chicken stories, tales of tomatofornia, etc. I ought to try to maintain a flow, but so many figurative kidney stones lately in my creative processes. I’ll try, though, if you can make it back for a visit, my fellow word-freaks.
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