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Jun.27.2008
There's just nothing like being a mystery writer. We see things in a completely different perspective. Our rose-colored glasses are tinted with shadows. The nightly news is a source of grist for the mill. An argument between strangers takes on a sinister cast. Dusty's post on Wednesday illustrated...
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Jun.25.2008
I have now edited the Kindle version of War on the Margins, oh, three or four times; I've lost count! I am working on a second book that has just about nothing to do with the first book, about an obscure Dutch colony in what is now Delaware.
At the end of May I pitched War on the Margins to the...
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Jun.25.2008
It was Groucho Marx's mustache which enhanced the fact I'm a Google slut.
A character in the screenplay I'm writing referred to his mustache and said it was taped on. This is a long-ago nugget of information which this humble author thought he knew. However, best to make sure, and that's what...
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Jun.12.2008
I visit wharves and gaze out to sea.
It is a pleasure which took hold of me some ten years ago. I don't know why, for I certainly had experience with oceans and coast long before that. For some things it seems its time just comes.
I prefer small working ports, gritty and smelling of fish and...
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Jun.09.2008
All Kafka, all the time, was not my intent for this blog . But I don't mind him roaming around.
A most startling situation regarding Kafka and my (re)construction of his life occurred when I had been working on the manuscript a couple of months. I initially (of course) had the hope of literally...
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Jun.03.2008
A burrow offers security and comfort, and Kafka found both in his sister's tiny house on the Golden Lane.
Ottla - his sister - had rented it so she could spend time with her lover and not be bothered by parents and comments. Her lover was a Christian and ready to go to war. Time was precious....
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May.30.2008
I went to Prague to follow Kafka around. I like to think he appreciated my concern. But I'm not sure.
This was when Czechoslovakia was still Czechoslovakia behind the Iron Curtin. The train ride was interesting. The people were cautious. My bags were searched.
However, the usual (for me) oddities...
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May.17.2008
Lately, most of my adventures have involved learning not to wear pants to Trustee dinners, developing the ability to talk to people I don't know, and figuring out how to keep caterers from using Grandma's good dishes. This is not a life that is well suited to writing, so my recent publications...
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Jan.08.2008
John Updike once remarked that he realized, early in his career, that he could either be a reader or a writer, but he couldn’t be both. Hearing that, I felt welcomed, as it were, to one of the severest regrets of many a professional writer—the lack of time one has to pursue reading for pleasure....
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