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2017 – year 9 for Titirangi Storyteller
Yeah, yeah, I keep promising to be better, but it just doesn't happen... I seem to have been so busy with my ever expanding business, which is primarily managing other people's social media, I've truly neglected my own. And it's just easier to post on Facebook, though strangely, it's not as personal as posting here. I will endeavour to be better. And make the time to post here, cos I'm never going to just have the time. 
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I don’t know why the fish are there, but you put them there, so they must have a purpose.
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poietes
10/10/2010 at 12:46 pm
True – and all I can think of is the bit from Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, “Thank you for all the fish…” but I’m pretty sure it’s not that.
It’s been a fascinating month working on these things… I’ve had a long dry spell for a long time, and while I was waiting for the words to return, this happened. Hmmm… my husband (The Godless Monkey) says I am writing again and that’s all that matters… Hmmm…
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titirangistoryteller
10/10/2010 at 1:06 pm
It’s a valid point. Writing, creating in any form is better than lying fallow. And very often for me a visual is the impetus for my subject.
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poietes
11/10/2010 at 3:03 am
Yeah, I was finding this work situation was shutting down my writing, because I was sick of whinging about it. But I couldn’t seem to write about anything else.
If they images are about that, and largely they are, at least they are metaphorical and hopefully don’t seem repetitive.
My mother must be rolling over in her grave because she wouldn’t let me take art in school – cos my deadbeat Dad was an artist. Sigh… 40 years on and it all comes spilling out.
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titirangistoryteller
11/10/2010 at 2:35 pm
love it – why does chocolate have to come with cows though – I lonly love dark chocolate – no cows involved – just pure sensual dark chocolate
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Patrick
12/10/2010 at 11:29 am
You, my friend, must have a dark chocolate cow. Indeed, the cow would like to share it with you. She doesn’t care for milk either, you know…
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titirangistoryteller
12/10/2010 at 5:16 pm