I’m home again, dealing with piles of mail and I’m sure (if our computer network would wake up) piles of email. I dunno. Nothing’s ever easy, but I really wasn’t ready to deal with a persnickity internet connection first thing, not when there are bills to pay and so forth. And of course the family network administrator is still in England. Not only in England, but out at the pub with his Dad, so I can’t get any quick first aid advice from him. But never mind. I’m back, and I’ll be posting regularly as soon as I get things sorted. In case anybody is still there, reading.
Weblog greatest hits
- if I had a hammer, or: that opinionated bitch, my muse
- heartburn, and the digestion of feedback
- plot vs story
- pov: the unreliable narrator
- Uncle Peter’s eloquence
- writing gesture
- advice for aspiring novelists
- the midlist/midlife crisis
- fair play: the author as a local business
- to say nothing of the dog … proofreading
- authorial confessions
- dear editor
- symbolically stalin