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Footprints in our minds

(crossposted from mad genius club -- http://madgeniusclub.blogspot.com/)

I suppose everyone has seen the hallmark-like poem that goes "Some people come into our lives and quickly leave, but others stay for a while, leave footprints in our hearts and afterwards we are never, ever the same."

For a while now, I’ve been thinking about writers and the special relationship between a writer and a reader. Those of you who know me have heard my occasional rant about the big conglomerates controlling publis

In Which I Offend Everyone

Okay, I know you don’t think that’s possible, but trust me. The reason I keep quiet about anything even vaguely related to politics is not because I have no opinions.  Most of you have read my books.  Do you think I could have passion if I had no opinions?  The reason I keep quiet is because I have the sort of opinions that are guaranteed to offend ninety nine percent of people and make at least half of them go unhinged enough to attack my blog. This happens even when I’m NOT trying to saying an

The writer is jealous of the cat – a not quite story.

It is a well known fact that all humans are jealous of cats. How could we not be? They’re more agile, more beautiful. Their minds can take in both casual cruelty and complete, serene rest.

When the writer looks up in the middle of the day and sees the little white and grey cat asleep on the chair next to hers, belly up, blissful whiskers trembling in the stream of his exhalations... How to resist getting up and tickling the fluffy dandelion belly?

The cats protects his belly with front paws and lo

Simply the Best

Still trying to get over this horrible cough/cold.  My lungs feel more compromised than a Victorian maiden caught skinny dipping with the stable boy.  So I've been sleeping and reading, since nothing else is happening.  Reading inevitably turns to my "comfort reads."

Giovanni Guareschi remains – to my mind – the best writer of short short fiction (Not flash. His stories run about 1 to 2 k words, I’d guess) who ever worked. This is probably a personal quirk of mine, predicated on having read him w