I am writing. Trying to write. The characters are reeling away from one other as the plot falls apart yet again. At this point, my page has more words scratched out than still standing. Wait, why is this guy climbing a tree? When is the antagonist supposed to appear? And why is he a bad […]
There’s a Monster At the End of This Post: Books That Break the Fourth Wall
My youngest daughter left some books out on the back porch the other day. Sadly, I didn’t find them until after it had rained all night. Hey, it happens. No big deal. But when I gathered them up from the wet table, the ruinous state of one book in particular made my heart break a […]
The Virtue of Unread Books
My oldest son stood spellbound in front of shelves that must have seemed endlessly high and wide from his small vantage. The Study was a familiar room to him, one he often requisitioned for all manner of creative projects and mischief. The surrounding mass of books had been nothing more than background scenery. I’m not […]