Author: Cliff

>Occasionally, often for no discernible reason, a name from my past comes to mind–someone from high school, maybe, or my college fraternity; sometimes I…

>Writing prompts come from the strangest places. Usually I am struck by a character, a person I have seen or heard about, and then…

>I mean to be mostly literary in this forum, but from time to time I won’t be able to keep myself from straying into…

>The resurrected Oxford American arrived in my mailbox today. (Or, more precisely, my mail tub. See yesterday’s post.) It looks terrific, with lots to…

>Apparently, I’m addicted to mail. On my recent sojourn in Mexico, it was difficult to go more than a day without hitting an internet…

>It’s easier than I thought it would be. I sat down this morning, opened the file with my notes for the novel, and picked…

>And I ain’t talking about snow. Not quite ready to actually write anything, and still organizing the files and the desk, and unpacking, and…

>I have returned home from Mexico, unpacked, gone through the stacks of papers and mail, paid bills, picked up Bhikku from the kennel, restocked…

>It has been a pleasant morning in Guanajuato, despite occasional coughing spells and wheezing at the tops of hills. I visited a museum here…

>I already felt like crap because of my cold, and did myself little good by walking around the cobbled narrow streets of Guanajuato last…