Word Count, In A Word? Worthless.

As most of you know from previous posts, comments I’ve made, and for the mind-readers out there, that I believe the faithful old writer’s term “word count” is about as useful to the quality of a book as is the words “pigeon shit”. Now pardon my New York Central Park language, but what in the […]

 

It was the best of times, it was the blurst of times.

As most of you know I can rarely look at anything in life without trying to inject at least a modicum of humor. The title line, clearly a twist on the opening line of Dickens’ classic, will to you Simpsons fans be familiar. In an attempt to see what a thousand monkeys banging on a […]

 

There Is Hope For All. Even Your Book

Some of THIS posting is not from me. It is simply a cut and paste from this Wikipedia article on one of my heroes (a feeling on which I’m proud to say I am nowhere near alone), Elie Wiesel. I am also including a link to one of the most fascinating, engrossing, intellectual scenes from […]