It’s like broken glass, you get cut before you see it…

Hello, my friends and the occasional relative! Dio song as origin of this blog's title. I took an unannounced week off here, because I took a week off there, in work-land. I had high hopes for this week. My pool game continues to improve. I really need to start blogging about that so I can …

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Hyperfactual transmission: A new origin for an old phrase

Hello, my friends and the occasional relative! Pusillanimous. A long time ago a girl asked me what word she was thinking. I said pusillanimous, thinking it a fancy word she’d be deeply unlikely to be thinking (and which I didn’t understand the meaning of, I just liked the way it sounded, an upmarket purple of …

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Riffing on Writing as the Inescapable Self

Hello, my friends and the occasional relative! Last week I talked about trying to remove yourself, or at least your ego, from your writing, to embrace the other, to try to express viewpoints alien from your own. This week, I will entertain a rather different idea. That you cannot escape yourself: that everywhere you go, …

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The ARC of the Universe is Long, and Bends Toward… Playing Pool?

Hello, my friends and the occasional relative! Cover art is almost there! I am proofing the formatted version of the book, and it is hard reading the words again, for what seems like the millionth time. I’ve had doubts, but writers always do. I’ve also had bursts of pleasure, where the words, even a million …

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