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Trailing Trollop(e)…
Earlier this week, I told you all about the indefatigable Anthony Trollope, and how he filled whole library shelves by writing 250 words a day, day in and day out. I remember. As did I, but what I remembered turned out to be wrong. Which is to say that I stand...
It’s Getting Dark in Here…
My foreword to At Home in the Dark has been getting some attention, and I thought some of you might enjoy having a look at it. And if it should induce you to order the anthology, well, so much the better! IT’S GETTING DARK IN HERE Ages ago, Lucille Ball had this...
A new trick for a very old dog…
Sometime last year I started writing a new piece of fiction. It was very dark, very nasty, and more than a little disturbing, and when I was about 15,000 words into it, I found I didn't want to write any more of it. While I wasn't yet ready to toss it, I decided to...
The Measure of Spring
While you and I have lips and voices which are for kissing and to sing with who cares if some oneeyed son of a bitch invents an instrument to measure Spring with? Is that a serious question? It was my introduction to E. E. Cummings. in 1954 I was killing time in my...