I am NOT deciding "Character A" will die, but merely state if we are witnessing "Character A" die.
I Am Not A Killer
Readers Around The Globe
Writing for a public audience is now in ways perhaps more "intimidating" than ever - because anyone in the world can be reading it within seconds.
Samples Do Tell A Story
An Amazon search for the author quickly turned up the book. In more detail, I saw it is set starting in "1786" and features a well-to-do family in rural England. Immediately I thought I had to check this out.
A World Of Humor
Anyway, for this blog post... well... here's a break from me going on and on. Enjoy hopefully a few laughs...
Those American Tourists
Now, on to Buzzfeed's "report" detailing certain Redditers' observations on American tourists...
Attack Of Maturity
Life is invariably about irresistable change. It is one thing to write people over the course of, say, only three years - essentially, a "snapshot" - in their 20s. It is decidedly something else to write and follow people over decades.
Looking Back
No posts here for a few days, I know. So what have I been up to?
Men’s Journalings
I feel public writing is better for our "mental health" than private writing.
Recalling Old “Friends”
Don't think we did not joke about this back then ourselves: Living as I did then in a New York City suburb, I recall my "friends" and I even then laughing about the absurd size of the characters' Manhattan apartments...
A Psychiatrist’s Project (Or Just Another Author)
On that note also, I am shocked. This was almost a serious and professional interview...
“What the book is about”
When I pick up a book I want to be able to have a quick way to find out what it is about.
Those 2,500 Words
Look, I know it's not perfect. Wow, are you a pain in the you know what. I wrote it in three days, for goodness sake.
Story Leaves Out Austen
Marshall really liked Jane Austen's books...
Not “They/Them”
We (meaning all of us) simply need a new word for those who in the third-person singular assert to be neither "he" nor "she."
London, Fifteen Years Ago
I have written, again, yet something else I believe I "know about." I say I "know about" it because essentially it happened to me here in London about fifteen years ago.
