Something is squeaking in my room, and no no NO it is not my small bewhiskered friend Alphonse, he of the beret and the Gauloise and the stinky cheese. (I upset him by stuffing all the mouse holes with wire wool and peppermint-soaked cotton, and haven’t seen him since.) Maybe there is always something squeaking [...]
Archive for June, 2013
I have a confession to make. Actually, it’s kind of embarrassing. I’m making light of it, but it’s serious. I’m addicted to these:
Not just books in general, but books in particular. Books about writing, to be precise.
Last night, I counted. I have 37 books about writing, plus assorted reference books and works [...]