The muses. You've heard of 'em, you love 'em. If you're a writer, like me, the Olympic goddess looking over your shoulder is Calliope. If you're a dancer, Terpsichore's your go-to. A historian? Clio.
But I've got a few personal muses in addition to dear Calliope (who must be cursing my lack of se…
One of my guilty pleasures is the horror lit, and I've just finished a doozy. Drew Magary's The Hike is like one of those "Twilight Zone" episodes that is more profound than it had any right to be. I'll be thinking about this one for a while. Without spoiling anything, the book follows Ben, a husban…
One summer in college, I read Agatha Christie's And Then There Were None (aka Ten Little Indians, aka (I found out years later) Ten Little N*****s (!) Like countless readers worldwide, I fell in love with her style and storycraft. I fully intended to read more of her books, but never got around to i…
A few weeks ago, I discovered that my web hosting service had failed to protect my original domain. I liked that domain. It was my name, my professional one, anyway, and I'd had it for several years. Now it's no longer under my control. A quick check at WhoIs.com reveals that it belongs to something…
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