I am in here.
So much for doing work. I was out enjoying the sunshine for a good long part of the day instead of blogging. Seemed the sane thing to do. Started a new book: The Historian, by Elizabeth Kostova. About Dracula, of all things. I mean, when you see a book with that title, you don’t immediately … Continue reading One day down…
I wish I could send this back in time a few years. This is a story that I keep having cause to remember.
Inspiration comes if you try to use it, not if you sit there and wait for it. Yup, a good morning writing. Will post it later. :shakespeare:
So it turns out that it wasn’t my friend’s son that was murdered; it was her nephew. No less horrible, of course. The boy would have been a classmate of my son’s this fall at the Univ. of Colorado. I worry about the surviving brothers, who each face radically different lives now. But of course, … Continue reading The day after
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