the long and the short of it
so, over in bluesky… something. this guy trots in and gleefuly perpetuates a quiet old canard – that you practice by writing short stories and
so, over in bluesky… something. this guy trots in and gleefuly perpetuates a quiet old canard – that you practice by writing short stories and
so, how and when did you learn to read? Here’s my story – i was four years old and my mother was reading “Heidi” to
Those of you who might have been following the plot might know that over the last handful of years or so i had basically not
In the context of looking for something else entirely, I came upon a list, in my father’s handwriting, listing my family’s perambulations from 1960 to
A couple of the autumn/winter rains have been heavy, and have resulted in massive backsplash spatter on the doors of my office downstairs under the
I am just in the process of reading a novel which is set in an English suburb in the years ‘twixt the two WOrld Wars,
The full famous quote from Frank Herbert’s “Dune” has Lady Jessica murmuring, “I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death
So for those coming in late, here’s the tradition. Mystery was my Deck’s jam more than mine, and so I didn’t really read mystery novels
’tis the season. Merry Christmas, and all that. What have I been up to? well… this is a bad time of year. Ever since that
This first appeared a long time ago (in 2010) but I like to recycle it at the right time of the year, for those who
All my life writing has been life and breath to me (as anyone who evern knew me can attest). Poetry was my inheritance, passed onto