Monday, May 2, 2011

Hi Faithful Readers

This is just a short note from me to inform you that after my extensive monthly study and subsequent written exploration of Psalms and Proverbs, I have decided I will be taking a short hiatus. Roughly about a week.

In the meantime I will be attempting to facilitate a writing group I have created:
identity found Feel free to join if you like.

I will also be doing some personal journaling and then begin to submit a new kind of poem: small stones

I will also begin compiling a collection of NapoWrimo 2011 to distribute either by hand or online. email me if you would like a copy :)

duda002@csusm.edu


I will soon return!
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3 comments:

  1. AnonymousMay 2, 2011 at 5:18 PM

    Enjoy the hiatus, and I'll likely catch you in the writing group. Namaste.

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  2. AnonymousMay 6, 2011 at 11:47 AM

    we will miss you.

    come to the rally by next Thursday, thanks.

    take good care.

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  3. bttrflyscarMay 6, 2011 at 12:14 PM

    I'll come back to the rally! :)

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