I am in here.
As for giving up, well, sure, if you want to. Being a writer is a very peculiar sort of a job: it’s always you versus a blank sheet of paper (or a blank screen) and quite often the blank piece of paper wins. It has no job security of any kind, and depends mostly on … Continue reading qotd
I sit in my mother’s den at her phone, typing. The people from Christie’s are here, as are the lawyer and the financial adviser, wonderful people all. They go about their business of processing my mother into the appropriate lines on the different papers that are necessary, all of which will be translated from English … Continue reading Books. Papers.
Warmer weather, and a visit to mom’s apartment with the lawyers this morning. We’re going to open the safe, and see what’s inside of it. Other than jewelry, which wouldn’t be here, I’ve no idea what we’ll find. Important papers? No, Mom would have pretended to ignorance and incapability, which she figured men found extremely … Continue reading Off to Mom's
The Hutton Report on the death of Dr. David Kelly came out a few days back in England, but I haven’t the stamina to read the entire thing. Following is a summary of the report, from the BBC. Its link is here.
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