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
That could be me, my sister and my cousin any summer in the early 70s. Except our frlicking in water back then was mainly in local rivers.
What memories that photo brought to mind…
Just love that gorgeous black and white photo of summer. Nostalgia for those good ole summer days and the best of times. Miss them and pine for that wonderful place.