No potty talk, just thinking about my second book, Bjoyfl, in production stage. The thrill of number one (still no potty talk) is not lessened when number two comes around. Sure, the first book was a long awaited dream come true, but number two is just as thrilling.
I do not feel constipated with anticipation any longer. The load of this business is behind me.

WAIT a darn minute, this newsletter is actually making me sick!

I'll start again.

As a kid I had a binding (not book binding) problem and sometimes it shows up in my creativity....sorry.
Ok, here I go again. Oh geez,I can't help myself...I have a potty train of thought today and better close with the following.

We all have to do it
No matter how
Great we think we art
We have to
Visit a rest room
A few times a day
To do our part
To flush out
All the bad stuff
And cleanse
Our bodies anew
At times it is
Quite pleasant
And sometimes
Stinks, P.U.

Good. I got that out of my system, and promise to be in a better bowel of mind and body in the next newsletter.As Frank on Everybody Loves Raymond always says, "Holy Crap!"