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Why I am more productive when I am 100 miles away from home? 

Drove to Galveston to spend the weekend with Tim and Terry.  Last night, we watched half of "The Sargasso Manuscript".  I don't know if we were just tired, or if the movie is actually an acid induced nightmare.  It is like the movie that will never end.  Just about the time we thought it was over, up comes a placard reading "End of Part One".   I've seen much longer movies, but this thing actually stops time.  Of course,  I have to finish it or my head will explode.  

I did have a productive morning.  After much thought,  I revived the DevonLuv list on Yahoo just for the hell of it.  Rock Gods need their own mailing list.   I also started "Swift Kick in the Pants", a writer's group for terminal procrastinators.  I have notebooks full of unfinished stories (fanfic and original recipe), and maybe this will keep me motivated.