“I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by.”
“After nourishment, shelter and companionship, stories are the thing we need most in the world.”
I’M LATE, I’M LATE… I’m running a day late on blogging—not because I haven’t written the blog—but because I’m reluctant to post it immediately. It’s too serious—and I feel the need for some light relief.
For me? Not so much. I can write about the structural problems of the U.S. economy with much good cheer until the cows come home—but I appreciate that such is not to everybody’s taste. Actually, that is one important reason why our movers and shakers get away with what they do. They understand that most of us don’t want to know what is going on. To stay well informed is hard work—and many regard it as pointless. Why be concerned with what you cannot change?
MAD FOOLS AS WE ARE, WE BELIEVE THAT WORDS CAN CHANGE THE WORLD—AND, DAMN IT—THEY DO. Well, the answer to that last point is that some of us writers think we can change things (through writing, of course). Behind our crusty exteriors, and relentless intellectual curiosity (show some sympathy—I have to live with my mind), the evidence would suggest we are eternal optimists. Good grief! I’m in shock at such a discovery. I’ve never thought of myself as an optimist—I tend to associate that with a certain naivety—but it would appear to be true. Who knew!
I have been using this with Chrome—and it’s excellent.