Sadly I am sure my old place of study and employer is not alone in taking the view that “History” is not nearly as necessary “nowadays” as is, say, “Veterinary Studies.”
I have not been this depressed since the afternoon of September 11, 2001; and I know I am not alone in that.
What is going to become of our Kindle (and other e-readers) books a couple of generations down the road? Will a twenty year old born “50 years” from now even be able to access a “2019 tech” produced e-book?
If criticism of your writing goes with the authoring territory, it may drive you bananas when someone lectures you as to why you have written that novel and what you mean by what is in it.
It was a pleasant week in upstate New York’s Catskill Mountains, just outside of Windham. We did some necessary work inside of the house. We are returning to England on Saturday, so we are now with my father, visiting him at his house in northeast Pennsylvania.
I figured it was a good time for another blog post.
Hello from the Catskill Mountains in upstate New York. We made it…
“Over there,” a tour guide announces, “is the famous painting of the signing of the 1776 Declaration of Independence from Great Britain. Next to it, you see a magnificent painting of the British surrender at Saratoga, New York. There’s George Washington, who defeated the British…”
Post-9/11, I’d not really wanted ever to go back. I avoided the area in the years since 2001. But – with our visiting British friends here – finally I felt it was time.
Hello from upstate New York! We’ve made it!
I advise anyone now to be cautious, very cautious, on Twitter. The only reason I have not deleted my account is because I do like engaging carefully with decent people when possible. And many readers now expect authors to have Twitter accounts.
“It was very, very special what you did for her,” my mom declared. “She will remember it the rest of her life.”
From then on, occasionally and unexpectedly whenever we were sauntering around in public, and especially when we were sightseeing, impersonating the guide “Isabelle” would comically shout at me, “Staaaay onnnnn zuhhh runaaaahs!”
Happy New Year, wherever you are in the world.
Of everywhere in the world, here I am now.
Dad: “You know how girls get pregnant, right?”