View of Murano,
Antonio Canaletto (1697-1768)
oil on canvas.
Murano, the island of glass.
See Sean Ferrell's beautiful essay, On falling in love again, for the first time, about not deleting ooparts (out-of-place artifacts) you may find in revision of your MS.
And Nathan Bransford's post yesterday on the value of a Series Bible. No need to make your brown eyes blue.
Hitting a Nerve:
I am pleased to report improvement -- in spite of Saturday's MRI from Hell. Suitably drugged up, yesterday I managed to walk to the corner store and back, a total distance of about two blocks.
Walk is, of course, a gross exaggeration, I shuffled and drunk-lurched and probably attracted a few disapproving stares. ( Has Widow Harris been hitting the bottle? I never would have thought! And at this time of day? Disgusting!)
The need for pain-killers has also marginally improved. I will be glad to get my mind back.
A Comparison Some May Find Offensive:
Recently I've wondered if landing a book contract may be compared to graduating from high school and entering college: new scene, new friends, new standards...
The Last Corny Joke:
A Polish immigrant went to the DMV to apply for a driver's license.
First, of course, he had to take an eye test.
The bored optician showed him a card with the letters
C Z W I Z N O S T A C Z
"Can you read this?" he inquired.
"Read it?" the Pole replied. "I know the guy!"