A DAY IN THE LIFE...Vol 1 No 6

WELL, here we go again.

The interior galleys (book text) are arriving via email today...and then Bear has to read EVERY WORD to make sure all is well in Bearland. If this runs true to form, I have no doubt this little process will be repeated several more times as we tune, fine-tune, re-tune, cuss, snort, snarl, growl, and then Bear works hith magic and all turns out fine...and a new novel will emerge headed to your fave bookstore.

YAY!

Went to the cemetary to talk with the sextant about the (MIS) placement of the new monument that was erected recently to honor one of mah Bear ancestors. A hero he wath. Civil War, Blackhawk War, and the Mexican War (He beat the crap out of John Wayne at the Alamo. They cut that out of the film. Some contractual thingy that Wayne had to EVER AND ALWAYS emerge the hero. Harumph. Custer shoulda had John Wayne's agent. Sitting Bull, too).

Then went to Wal-Mart and stocked up on goodies for the proofreedy adventure that looms.

Yes, got goodies for Mittens too. He is still groveling at mah tootsies).
Other interminable errands, and then back here to WORKIE.

NAP! (Yeh right).

So, I shall attempt to proofread wif ONE eye, while watching the New Hampshire (ancestral home) debates tonight on CNN...wif the OTHER one.

Two ears. Stuff goes in both. COLLIDES HEAD ON IN THE MIDDLE.
Then is sideswiped by stuff coming in through eyes.

EEEEEEEEK!

Bear brain is a BIZZY place. Messy too.
No wonder I am mah insurance agents biggest nemesis. LOL.

Laters dahlins'.
DOO DOO TEE awaits.

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