The universe is not only strange but stranger than we can imagine

About writing…

Hand writing a letter with a goose feather

Scribble, scribble, scribble. Wouldn’t it be better if I just went to bed?

Thoughts, laments and insights (precious, dubious or otherwise) about writing. The craft, the joys and frustrations, the seamy commercial aspects. How  does something we learned to do in Grade One become an art? What makes writing a letter or (God forbid) an ad differ from writing a classic novel? For that matter, how does a “bad” novel differ from a classic? Why do so many people try their hand at writing poetry? Why is so much of it so bad? Then again, why is so much of what is presented as “good” poetry today so completely inaccessible to most of us?

Most of all, why bother?

These thoughts and more to be explored

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