RedRoom's smallest author, this scale photo of his countenance is, believe it or not, actual size. There he is, with his little cap, and his little twinkly eyes.
GoogleAlerts just told me Google scanned and is posting about 26 pages (an alphabet!) from Flowers of a Moment (including some of the illustrations), at Books.Google.Com, as one of their
THE WRITER can get free of his writing only by using it, that is, by reading oneself. As if the aim of writing were to use what is already written as a launching pad for reading the
It is very hard to live with silence. The real silence is death and this is terrible. To approach this silence, it is necessary to journey to the desert. You do not go to the desert to find iden
Stop me if you've heard this elsewhere. But I just got email from an editor of mine, Tony Barnstone, who wishes me to post this on my blog. So here it goes. More at 11.
I’m not big on statistics. Industry likes 'em. There’s been a persistent stat floating around in book industry discourse that recently took a turn for the worse.
