How I have missed you and how I hope the feeling is mutual.
I have just gotten my computer out of customs and am now on line once again, here in Moscow, after being awol since mid June. In spite of a lot of support from many well intended patrons Oceanside was a consummate failure, though the Towers that are A Word with You Press deflected the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune for three years.
If it crushed my spirit, it was only as grapes are crushed in the process of making a palatable whine–oops!–WINE! My last four months in Oceanside were populated with events such as a stone through the window, being beaten up by a motorcycle doper, having an attendee of our writer’s groups actually take money from the collection jar rather than contributing, and graffiti sprayed over my back door with the gratuitous swastika and the imaginative words “You will die, fag!” (the author clearly in need of my editorial services.)
Years ago I worked the oil patch in Borneo and befriended Bruce and Lisa while living in Singapore.. We ended up as neighbors in Hawaii, where Bruce got a job as a telescope operator on Manakea on the Big Island. With funding cuts Bruce lost his job just when baby # one was due. I was making a few bucks at the time, and was able to give Bruce a five hundred dollar handshake before Katie was born. Bruce and Lisa did not forget. As Vesuvius started smoldering for the last days of Pompeii (aka Oceanside) there was an envelope in the mail that contained…yup…$500. And a suggestion that I lick my wounds in Moscow and plan my next move. Karma is kuhl!
So I arrived in Moscow on June 26th, the day before my birthday. On June 27th I got the day job that will allow me to support all the activities of A Word with You Press. I am plying my old trade (no, not that one) and have been employed in a European cabinet shop and that income assures that I can sustain this website indefinitely, without having to search for money to keep the doors open. We now have a permanent address, and I am persuaded that all I could not accomplish in Oceanside I can accomplish here, in a university town. By the way, I had great pleasure in duping many of you into thinking I was in the other Moscow. I was Putin you on! This Moscow is in the pan-handle of Idaho.
I take extreme pleasure in seeing everyone’s talents grow as a result of participating in our contests. I cannot live without the sense of connectedness that this site provides. The business of A Word with You Press is publishing and editing, and promoting the work of our clients. The pleasure of A Word with You Press is about loving all of you who stop by for a visit.
I would especially like to thank Gary Clark, Diana Diehl, and Derek Thompson and Billy Holder for helping me tread water while I got this back on line…and of course, all of you who provide such wonderful content and camaraderie.
A new contest is soon to commence. In order to remain viable, I can no longer do it all for free. Excluding all other expenses, a contest costs me generally about a hundred dollars for a trophy and mailing. But fear not. If you have entered a contest prior to today, there will never be a charge for you to enter. But for new people coming on board, I will assess a fee of five or ten bucks to enter a contest, but after they have entered three contests, they will be considered part of the family and can enter with no fee, except in extraordinary circumstances, such as a heavily monied prize.
I am priming the pump with this post. Piano tuning. I expect to announce the next contest soon, with a trophy and a substantial cash prize. This is so that we can draw in more people to our site, so that we have more people providing not only new writing but also feedback.
Give me a day or two to clean up our website, delete superfluous stuff, and I will announce the prompt for our next contest, which will be The Peggy Dobbs Annual Write-of-Passage Scholarship. Details soon to follow.
Blessings, as Peggy would say. I am not alone in missing her.
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