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This is my blog. It is about african violets.

I obsessively grow african violets. I used to do a bit of writing. Had a bit of success, too. With the writing. Not the av's.

I shall not publicize this blog. No little siggy files. No note to my friends. This will just be out there. There is a chance, albeit quite small, that this blog will be so brilliant . . . so earth stopping, life impacting, life affirming brilliant . . . that without any effort on my part, millions, mebbe billions, of people will read this blog.

In the event this occurs, I shalt make this a pay-per-view blog, requiring each of you to pay me, like, five cents a view.

And then I'll retire. But perhaps not. I blame a lot on working long hours. I'd write more, writer BETTER, if I didn't have to go to work. My house would be cleaner, I'm talking shining clean, with Bath & Body Candles (Henry Bendel . . . I love those candles) burning.

You don't wanna kick a crutch out of your life without much thought.

I have about 200 african violets. Oh, hush. Like you don't have 200 or so african violets, too.

It's hard to explain how I got to this situation, so I won't. That was one of my primary personal failings when I was actively writing. If something in the writing process was hard, I mostly didn't do it. However, when I did do it, I was often successful.

I started obsessively growing african violets after the two years from hell (and heaven, too -- your life can be both heavenly and hellish. Remember that if you're going through a bad time, I'm talking major-league bad. There's something freeing about surviving your year in hell. A feeling of, "This is happening, and I ain't dying. I mean, I waking up and the like and putting one foot in front of the other" that can be beautiful. I use ()'s too much, don't I?)