Gary V. Powell, Author

I expected to rant for several entries about how George W ruined the country, Why, I was just get warmed up. I was going to go on about his administration forgot to plan for the aftermath of a war won in 3days, how him and Cheney and Rummy almost singlehandledly demolished US relations with most other countries in the world, how George W is personally responsible for the housing market melt down and high gas prices. I wanted to rant on about how eight years of "do nothing" had left this country more insecure from attack and economic failure than anything the terrorists had done. I wanted to bitch about how the Constitution had suffered such a frontal attack since Nixon.

But then my dog died and I lost steam. Mary and I sat on the back porch, drank wine, and cried for three nights running.

Add to that that  I'm four chapters deep into a new novel, have been requested to submit stories  to several print anthologies, and just completed revisions on two stories that I'm submitting to the fall contests. Plus, I got hired to write new coursework for a new client. Retirement Planning--yee hah.

Then, there's this upcoming weekend. Mary and Reilly and I are flying to KC, then driving to Omaha. We'll meet my daughter Ashley's new fiance--that's right, they're engaged--and visit with my daughter Jessica and my two grandchildren. We also plan to take Reilly to the Harry Truman Presidential Library and I hope to eat a big steak. A big, bloody steak.

Back on Monday.