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.
Writing is, in some ways, I have learned, like an addiction.
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.
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.
The past is in many ways increasingly alien and distant to our “norms” – assisted in that distancing by media and social media encouraging our “presentism”…
“So, friends, what are we going to do today?”: that was my late uncle’s challenge to himself as he started writing each day.
Certainly more people now than ever are able to write and reach an audience; and overall that is a good thing. But “everyone writes books these days?”
Back here now in England, and battling jet lag after returning from New York on New Year’s Day, to begin 2018 I thought I would (re)introduce myself…