So the 30 days of text will begin tomorrow.
You will be able to find all links to all entries by all participants at the
Worth1000 August Blog a Day Project at Multiply.
I hope everyone has fun, and I am looking forward to read what all of you come up with.
So yes. Vacations. Which were brilliant. I might share pictures. Later.
Then life. Issues. Some of them nice. Most not. But now I am back, for now.
Also, I decided to enter a Worth challenge of
30 DAYS OF TEXT
There will be a different word or topic given each day, and I and the other participants will write about it.
What does that mean for you, oh well-disposed reader of my blog? It means that there will be an entry every day. At least I hope so. 
Starting August 1st. Topic: Multifaceted.
I wrote this a while ago and thought it promising. But then, I read The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold and found it to have a similar plot like the one I had in mind, so I dropped the idea. I still like the beginning, though, so I thought I’d share it.
“Sometimes, light is more than just light”. My father had said that. We had been hiking through the woods, just he and I. “Look”, he said, pointing. Between the dark pine trees, some rays of light were shining, visible beams of sunlight transforming the creeping mist into flowing, golden threads of enchantment. “Light”, my father said, “is all around us, all the time. If there were no light, we could not see each other, not a tiny little bit, no matter how good our eyes are.”
“But sometimes, there is light like this… light you can see, enchanted light. If you let the rays touch you, it will be like a kiss of God. It will fill you with goodness and grace”.
He scooped me up in his arms then, and carried me, giggling, to the small clearing, and sat me down in the soft evening light. I sat motionless, letting the sunlight tickle my nose, feeling full of goodness and grace, and Godkissed.
This is my best memory.
My worst is how I died.
I knew something was wrong the moment Claude walked into the room. Something MUST be wrong, because I knew Claude was dead. I had sliced the extremities from his dead body yesterday, there was not much room for doubt.
Despite my notoriously bad habit of regaling myself with killing, none of my victims had ever walked in on me in the middle of the night. It added a nippy spice to the late hour, and tangible arousal stirred in the air.
The sallow light of the moon illuminated Claude’s slender form. I smiled. He had been worthy. His exsanguination had been a true masterpiece. Of all the lives I had quelled, none had been more delicious and inspiring. (more…)
Yes. Douglas, we still love you.
Therefore, we celebrated the Towel Day.
I happened to coincide with a medieval reenactors encampment I participated in, which made it even more … luscious. Best thing were the people who asked: “Why do you have a 42 written on your forehead?”
Because we could answer: “Because I also have a towel with me.”
Thanks ManFromSun for telling me.
A brilliant idea, vivid characters.
Chrome, read it or you’re doomed.
All others, read it if you’re open minded enough. 
ISBN: 0765342987