The Dad I remember from long ago poked his head out and said "Hi" today...
I got an email before leaving work with the subject "A little something..."
Attached was the poem eulogy I wrote for our first guinea pigs when I was 14. I buried them under my favorite crab apple tree in the backyard. That was the prettiest damn tree...
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Eulogy for Our First Wigs )
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Regarding writing: Reading anything I wrote before college (and even then, some stuff during or after college...) makes me gag. Honest to God, literally gag. Trust me -- I, too, was an emo angsty teen who wrote some stuff that should never again be seen by eyes.
The gems in my old crap are not found in the actual writing itself but in the ideas and themes and characters and story-line (I wouldn't go so far as to actually call it "plot") and, if something there is worth salvaging, I try to salvage it (The Jester of Kamear is a good example of me fixing up something gross ( ... )
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