Don’t Blog for Me, Argentina

You may have noticed I’ve been offering less original writing these last six months. On Thursdays you’ve been getting extracts, gleaned from my own reading on the writing craft. I transcribe them myself. This was spurred by my very busy year (personally and...

The Book As Gift

My parents always had a huge built-in bookcase wherever they lived (my father built them). They were primarily filled with the novels my mother had accumulated in her youth and all sorts of books my folks acquired as a young married couple, including museum exhibition...

Short Saturday: The Dark Side of Being an Author

I’ve experienced my share of online confrontation, some of it mean, some of it downright nasty. And I’ve commented on those experiences too (“Two Kinds of People,” “Prescriptivist or Descriptivist,” and “Haters, Gotta Love ’Em”). This old world is full of blamers,...