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Well trod garden paths

Tears from Google (This is an actual update. I know, panic.)

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This morning I was nearly wrecked by a spam email. Let me unpack that. I am however passively what google calls a “local guide” I take lots of fucking pictures and do reviews of places I go and so on. This morning I opened my inbox and there was a thing from them; it said Gwendolyn we miss your point of view! And said it had been 90 days since my last contribution – I guess that means my “new phone” has now been out of service longer than it was functional.  But we live in an era. *I* live in an era, where automated spam messages will say to me things that no one living has ever said to me Food for (particularly miserable) thought Updates  (Links in Super Special Minty Green! )   Loaded what (might) be the first (or the only) of (maybe) a notebooks (series) – I dunno.  Originally I wanted to scan in the actual pages from Fall 2022 – Fall 2023 and then put the copy over that but like most of my more interesting print/POD/digital book emulation ideas, it requ...
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2023

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  ... Has been a long hard trip. I’ve had … other years as challenging as this one. 2001 when I left Texas, 2004 when I had to leave university (and San Angelo, where my kid was) as I had no where else to live, and of course 2008 when I moved to California and lost my fucking mind. All of these, rough, some voluntary, some not, hard times of ungentle transition. Many bridges are burning, even though I did not light them. All I had to do was insist on my boundaries and my needs, and let those who would not – could not – respect this, find the door out of my life. And like some of those years, this has been among the worst years of my life. It wasn’t *all* bad of course. I’ve grown, tremendously, I’ve done actual metric fuckloads of self-work this year. (You may not think it but it takes quite a bit of self-knowledge and even more courage for the Queen of Excess to admit and acknowledge when she is overstimulated.) I published my second collection, this one a CNF/Poe...
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