Even in our New York, with much stricter local gun ownership laws than Texas, I know quite a few of our rural Catskills neighbors are armed to the teeth. I use the term “neighbors” loosely because houses “nearby” are few and far between…
If you be one on a far continent, unacquainted with such, and discovering even that our Google translator is inadequate in the face of this English such as I am employing now, you have my most sincerest of apologies…
I’d forgive you for thinking: “But you’re in Britain? The BBC for news surely?” Well, honestly, now, not really any longer.
Seen in a field, beautiful daffodils are all pretty much indistinguishable from each other. Yet up close every daffodil is different. As is every reader.
“Modernity” – its electricity, instant communications, machines, firepower, and medicines, including especially birth control – is what has been most responsible for the end of restrictive millennia-old roles allotted to women, and that process is ongoing.
Within the guise of a lighthearted, self-interview, I explained what initially caused me in 2012 to decide to write my first novel.
Writing is, in some ways, I have learned, like an addiction.
Bridge Street started to go into “night mode” during our meal, as people, particularly women, dressed up for a Saturday night out began to saunter by.
Eventually you must let go and allow what you created to live – even if that “life” must be imperfect and not fully what you had imagined it would be.
At least Alexa had not laughed at me as all of this was going on.
Blogging regularly is good “practice” for an author. I have always tried to post here at least twice a week, which I think is reasonable.
I have never come upon a better statement on the appeal of history. Ultimately there is nothing more “romantic” than history…
Truth indeed. We could definitely use some.
I remember thinking also that I had gone to great lengths to write the women well (particularly the French women, who in our “Anglo-Saxon” literature are too often caricatured as nutcases, fiends, deviants, or “exotic”), and she had zeroed in on a man.
Are you more of an introvert or more of an extrovert?