To be knocked out doesn't mean what it seems. A boxer does not have to get up.

I feel a terrible loss when I (eventually must) complete a work of fiction.

Though I revise constantly as I write, I will usually revise much of the work again after I've reached the ending.

Writing allows for fictitious voices - the voices of persons unlike myself - that might otherwise be muted.

Be your own editor/critic. Sympathetic but merciless!

Blood transforms the warm bath water and, in it, I see weakly that this was a mistake. The razor's cut is not deep, nevertheless the blood rushes out happily in the warm water as if kin to it, the same tender substance. Rising a new person transformed with an icy sense of error I go to the sink and turn on cold water which is not friendly to blood. The cut is deeper than imagined.

Who is to blame for this most recent of sports disgraces in America? The culture that flings young athletes like Tyson up out of obscurity, makes millionaires of them and watches them self-destruct?