Rumours of my demise, etc. In fact, April has been Novel Writing Month in Debville. It has progressed well, but slowly, & left me in a state in between hopelessness & optimism. What is this state called? Perhaps 'normality'.

I am back.

In news, this: a joint venture by Mission Australia and realestate.com.au to raise money for the homeless. Click on the link below to donate a dollar to Housing for the Homeless.

www.housesforthehomelesscom.au

As usual, I am torn. In the words of Lee Stringer, it's presumptuous to assume the homeless need homes. Perhaps what they need is more complicated than that. Perhaps more simple.

Do we, of the middle-class, internet-surfing world, really think we have all the answers, for everyone?

This is one of the few answers I have for the right now. Click the link, give a dollar. Why not?

This is how Lee Stringer began to write. He lay in a crawl space underneath Grand Central Terminal, groping about for anything long and thin. At last his hand fell upon a wooden, dowel-like instrument. He thrust it into his crack pipe, and before long had freed up the last smokable resin. He lit up, and ''success, love, orgasm, omnipotence, immortality,'' as he describes the effect of the drug, were once again his. One parched, drugless day he was reduced to staring at the long, wooden thing, and noticed it was a pencil.
-- Kurt Vonnegut