I'm not one of those people who just dreams. I'm one of those people who dreams in 3-D Technicolor, large screen, Sensurround, Dolby, with popcorn, and whatever my Id decides to throw at me that night. And none of that piddling little dream a little run a little, get chased by a train and wake … Continue reading Sleep, Perchance To… Hey, Who Let That Dog On The Stage?
I've been wearing a step-counter, sent to me years ago by my father, a health worrier from way back, since I stopped doing judo, and pulled my back out reaching for a book on the floor. Not that I don't walk a lot. I'm married to a German- the nation that thinks cars either: should … Continue reading Every Little Step-Counter Counts
I just was informed that November is national novel-writing month. Which, after the obvious questions of: which nation(s)? Does everyone in that nation have to write? Does the novel have to be started and finished in November? brought me to the more subtle question of: Why November? Is there some magical code that says it … Continue reading Death And The National Novel Writing Month