I was born fifty eight years ago, in a small village (near a large city), where people were “foreigners” until they’d lived there for generations.
A Swab, a Huh? and a You’ve Got to be Kidding Me
Well, today got off to an “auspicious” start. First there was waking at 0300 with a fully realized scene from something that IS NOT the
Tempora mutantur
Tempora mutantur, et nos mutamur in illis… (Times change and we change with them) But a part of everyone stays trapped in their past –
The Editing Block
We writers tend to complain about writing blocks. What if we get an editing block? I’ve got one that is going to delay my next
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Coffee. Coffee. Still in the cup, not in the writer. Humanity will happen later. What drink do you prefer for writing? Calmer Half does tea.
The tentacled one meets dr seuss
Earlier this week, I was amused to find that H. P. Lovecraft’s horror short story “The Call of Cthulhu” had been rendered in cartoon form,
