Red Room Where the Writers Are

No one preserves broken pieces of glass. I do.

My "wooie wooie" writer friend ( a "wooie wooie" being her designation of an oddity so strange it must be supernatural) emailed to inform me of a 'voice from the past'.

I often get these crackling feelings of 'been there, done it' even when I haven't been there or done it. Deja vu? Or more?

As regular patrons of my website know, I am currently on leave. My wife read my rough draft of The Eighth Day. She's the first person to read it in its entirety other than myself. She dutifully said she loved it, of course. A couple times, I caught her breaking out in goose flesh, which I believed to be a good sign.

While she read it, I read along with her, taking notes and making minor grammatical corrections whenever they jumped out at me. I found that I have a tendency to confuse "past" and "passed." I did some research on the difference between them, which I will now regurgitate both for my benefit and yours.