...should pay royalties to Lydia Davis. Then again, the three new stories or story fragments over at Ribcage today are some of the oldest I've written.
At least, they were in some of the oldest notebooks I own. I don't remember when I wrote them. But it was certainly this morning, spent reading Lydia Davis, that made me say, "Yeah, I'll post some old fragments today." That and that I spent five hours trying to come up with anything new and just plain couldn't.
I got Elise sea monkeys in her Christmas stocking because she said that she's never had them. I take care of them though, because I don't trust her to remember to feed them or aerate the water often enough. So I guess that's the continuation of her gift. Dealing with the little creatures.
I keep them on the top of my bookcase, so that the cat doesn't topple the tank over. But now they've grown big enough to see, even from sitting at my computer: about four feet away.
What I was trying to get at is that they've become a distraction. Like right now, I'm wondering if I can get a really good photo of one.
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