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Tonight's Poet Corner: Introspection

Since last week's introspection was so draining that I couldn't even get a solid Storyteller up, I'm just going to take the time to promote California Bookstore Day, which is tomorrow, May 3rd. California Bookstore Day, like Record Store Day, promotes local and independent bookstores. I happen to work at one such store - Copperfield's San Rafael. Tomorrow, we will not only have special edition books and prints for you to buy, but we will also have special events and add-ons, such as: - A visit from John Hewitt, author of Drone Baloney, at 1 PM - Balloons and readings for the kids, which will feature Corduroy Bear - A free raffle ticket for a Bali kite with a twenty dollar purchase or more - Live music I strongly encourage anyone in Marin County to visit Copperfield's and have a great time. We've got Taylor Maid Farms, a coffee shop, in our building, too, so you won't go without food or coffee. Seriously, guys, swing by! Cheers, and have a great ni

Friday's Whims of the Time Traveler 38.1: May 9th, 2010

"Caramel Kisses" is an unfinished novel I began to write back in 2009 and stopped working on in 2010. The two main characters - Adriana Maguire Reynard and Emma Burking - would ultimately be revised for my later completed novella, "The Liffey Is Half-Asleep," in 2011. Several elements of "Liffey" can be found in their original forms in "Caramel Kisses," such as the characters' names, the haiku scene, and Adriana's penchant for writing. Because of its influence on my later writing, I figured that this story, though incomplete, was worth sharing. Caramel Kisses: Chapter Twenty-Four by Belinda Roddie We first met him at a gas station on the way to Shasta for a winter stay at a cabin. My play was now an Off-Broadway success, more than I or Hudd could have ever bargained for. Hudd was able to cheer me up if I was having a difficult day just by sending updates on the play’s process, and how he’d send me New York souvenirs during his stay.

Today's OneWord: Reminded

"Y'know, you just reminded me of something important," Ernie remarked, grabbing his jacket from where it was half-buried among the couch cushions. "What, that you're supposed to meet your date at the bus stop in seven minutes and the drive is about twelve?" I pointed out, grinning with flecks of potato chips stuck between my teeth. "Nah, I mean flowers. I should get her flowers." "Yeah," I sneered. "As an apology for being late to your date."