A potpourri of authors’ antics…

It’s always amusing when certain authors’ antics prove how weird members of our group can be. I suppose I shouldn’t find those antics strange; after all, we work at our craft alone. This solitary confinement could make anyone become a weird recluse, conspiracy theorist, or paranoid suffering from agoraphobia. I have to leave the house and observe human beings once and a while to recalibrate at times (something that was less likely at the height of the Covid pandemic, of course). But I’d be incor...