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Adventures in guest blogging....

I've been honored with a request to guest blog this week over at Vie Hebdomadaires. It is an intriguing little premise that brings a new writer to take the reins every week. In essence, the blog morphs and evolves into whatever personality the guest blogger brings to the table and then, once the guest blogger selects another person to pass the gauntlet to, the blog morphs and evolves once again. It'll be interesting to see where this little blog goes in the weeks to come....

First post is up, an introduction post, give it a look see if you'd like and if anybody would like to be considered for the title of guest blogger starting next week, let me know!
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  1. David MacaulayNovember 21, 2011 at 9:32 PM

    that's cool - I find it hard enough to blog on my own blog sometimes, tho

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  2. Susie ClevengerNovember 21, 2011 at 9:59 PM

    I read it..I love the blues. I have a good friend who is a blues artist, Mike Zito. I have written a couple of poems about blues music...I have seen a couple of apparitions in my life too..I was born and raised in MO.. :)

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