In the last few days before the publication of my first novel, I’ve been doing some thinking about how my life will change, now that I stand on tremulous legs, ready to hop the great divide from “unpublished writer” to “published...
I've been looking over this book today, a collection of two essays written by the Canadian writer Robertson Davies. One essay talks about reading, the other addresses writing. My edition is out of print and the two...
OK, so it wasn’t exactly a saga. The workmen showed up on time, finished promptly, and did a fabulous job. And there were boxes to unpack, and so much to do that day (every day) that it wasn’t the tearful reunion I had...
I definitely benefit from the sagacity and patience of human friends, but I was really talking about…BOOKS. Because what writer doesn’t consider those cardboard-covered missives among their dearest advisors, a most trusted source...
So I've just spent my first New Year's Eve in Times Square. Here's what I wasn't expecting: the crowds were very controlled, very penned-in, actually, quite sedate. Not the crazy, boisterous enviroment I was...
"As soon as we express something, we devalue it strangely. We believe ourselves to have dived down into the depths of the abyss, and when we once again reach the surface, the drops of water on our pale fingertips no longer resemble the ocean from which they came...Nevertheless, the treasure shimmers in the darkness unchanged." ---Franz Kafka
