The Furious Spinner

I'm listening to The Best of Beau Jocque and the Zydeco Hi-Rollers. If you want to dance, there ain't hardly nuthin' better than zydeco. If I had more time I'd give you the history of zydeco music—but I've got about two minutes before I'm out the door. And since I'd have to research the history first...well, you get the idea. I don't know nuthin' 'bout zydeco 'cept they plays it in my native Louisiana. OK, maybe not native. I was born there, in an air force hospital that had been built over a drained swamp, because my father was in the service and we were living in Shreveport. I think we lived there until I was about half a year old. Then we moved to Texas. Yes, you heard it here first. I actually lived in Texas for about a year. My sister Kathleen was born there.

Anyway, the import of this post is that I have come to the inevitable conclusion that I can't keep up daily posting while I'm working on a novel. When I'm doing fiction, I need to concentrate on the story and can't be distracted by the politics of the day—at least not distracted enough to write about them. I haven't decided what to do. I'm hoping I can talk Mario into doing a post a week. Then if I do one or two, it should work out. I can always post short stories and essays I've written in the past. Maybe I'll do that once a week. If you all out there have any ideas. Let me know.

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