So it’s not Monday morning. It’s after noon. Whatever. I’ve worked my 1,000 words a day – although I did count my daily log – so I’m probably flubbing by about 50, 60 words. I don’t care. Yesterday was a wash. No writing at all. Saints/Vikings game instead – and a fantastic photo shoot for a World of Wonder coffeetable book. Three handsome guys showed up – Thairin and his team. And took all of a half-hour to take pictures. I generally don’t like taking pictures. Except at, like, Thanksgiving. I don’t like the whole hair-make-up, no eating or drinking thing, and then I’m inevitably cold in whatever I have to wear. And, also, I tire after about the fourth shot. After the fourth shot, my face is a death mask. My jaw hurts. My eyes are darts. Take a look at some of my photos some time. Or don’t. But this is how I know I was right in choosing writing as a career and not acting. I’ve posed with actresses for pictures – they know, they are born knowing, how to pose. They know how to make love to the camera. I know how to give it a peck on the cheek.

How’s the blogging working for you? Nah? Yeah, me neither. Or is it “either”?

Good day, sir.

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