We're told that books are on their way out, that publishing is headed for doom. So be it. I intend to be the puny inexhaustible voice clinging to the last worthless rock.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
I'm sorry for the delay in postings. I have been writing. Or, better, searching. For the last several days I was heartsick trying to find the right word to describe an acorn. Then one day, on a walk, I found it.