Here I Write I can do no other. My conscience is held captive by the Word of God, the good of my neighbor, and the Oxford comma. “I think I would rather feel that painting is beautiful than have to read it as an enigma.” — Dorothea in George Eliot’s Middlemarch At home I haveContinue reading “Finishing a manuscript…”
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The changes and chances of life …
Here I Write I can do no other. My conscience is held captive by the Word of God, the good of my neighbor, and the Oxford comma. Dear subscribers, Mailerlite suddenly changed its policy this past month and, subsequently, determined my subscription list to be too big not to be charging a service fee. ItContinue reading “The changes and chances of life …”