It may take a village to raise a baby, but hell! it takes an army to produce a book.

I care about a lot of issues. I care about libraries, I care about healthcare, I care about homelessness and unemployment. I care about net neutrality and the steady erosion of our liberties both online and off. I care about the rich/poor divide and the rise of corporate business.

I didn't expect to love being online as much as I do. I've met some wonderful people and discovered that however arcane some of my interests that there are people out there who are interested too.

A word out of place or an interesting choice of vocabulary can spawn a whole character.

People make interesting assumptions about the profession. The writer is a mysterious figure, wandering lonely as a cloud, fired by inspiration, or perhaps a cocktail or two.

The sky was a sparkling succession of black diamonds on black velvet made crystal clear by the blackout.

Books exist for me not as physical entities with pages and binding, but in the province of my mind.