There's not a lot to blog about these days--adding articles as I go, and pulling up some interesting material out of my infamous "San Benny Grimoire." Only in the chain saw 

state can one find such stuff  I have had a unworldly summer as I've taken an eerie trip down memory lane, editing and restoring my original manuscript for The Blue House.  

I feel that the editing which was done in New York made everything choppy and that is not my style--it was someone else's.  I don't like simplicity--I like flowery, so I will add my intricate descriptions of people and places back into the text and cut a little of the dialogue.  My advice: You are always your best editor.  

This has been an unexpected re-opening of graves, figuratively speaking.  Particularly, mine.  I had two people in my long ago past which wanted me dead so bad, I wish to remain so to them, but somehow, by disturbing my own symbolic grave, it awakened people--all from the same deck of cards.  

I have found myself revisiting not only my life and all that I fought for, all that I endured, but also, revisiting "the spirit Melo's" life, in which, at ths point I hold so sacred that I rarely share anything about him now.  In August, I revisited something--some place from his life time.  A deepening and touching experience--for both human and spirit.  The things I have been shown have been nothing less than extraordinary.  I wish I could elaborate, but I will never tell--it really means nothing to anyone but us, anyway.  

All I can say is that I have had a remarkable life.  So did he.