Exercising my writing muscles

“Can you recommend some books on writing,” a colleague and friend who is in the happy circumstance of being on sabbatical asked me recently. Unleashed from the demands of work and free to roam where he chooses, my friend, an artist, wants to exercise his writing muscles. Reading about writing is one way to do … Continue reading Exercising my writing muscles

A word, a chapter and the end of a story

My younger colleagues at work have been educating me in the use of slang.  One even gave me a box of flashcards as a Christmas gift, each one imprinted with one word or phrase and its hipster meaning. The cards have provided a source of amusement over the past few days as I’ve practiced letting … Continue reading A word, a chapter and the end of a story

A tablet crowds out the books in my life

I’ve been moving a stack of books around my bedroom for months now. I dust them off periodically, wonder when I’ll get to reading them and, then, feeling guilty, look the other way. I moved the stack recently from the bedside table closest to the side of the bed where I sleep, to the one … Continue reading A tablet crowds out the books in my life