There are days when the thought that I need to write one thousand words strikes fear into my heart. Today is one of those. Thank goodness for writing accelerators. Even there, though, I sometimes feel like I’m copping out, or preaching, or I’m scraping the bottom of the barrel for something that somehow comes together—like… Read More A New Author for Me
Well, I took my Eliot book off the shelf last night and read Part One of Murder in the Cathedral. It was much better than I remembered, because I’ve learned enough in the intervening years to finally understand what the play is really about: Pride. The play opens with a chorus of women forecasting doom.… Read More Which Crown?