6:6

Hmmm, maybe a recipe? Oh, yah, did that.

Well then, a poem. Nope, did that, too.

I know, a quick and witty reflection of what’s what in my life. I could even weave it … Oh ya, that was a cop-out, wasn’t it?

Well, it’s not fair. I’m not getting paid. There are no subscriptions to my blog. Where’s the cash flow, I say. Where’s the moola? I need a government bailout, some grease for my literary wheels …

Now that’s an idea. Maybe some Canada Council money based on my work to date. I can write some grant applications, maybe an award entry or two, and it’ll be easy street.

Who needs a paranoid rabbit anyway?

L.A., here I come!