When I was in my mid-teens, I had a very good friend who was a bit of an intellectual. He was shy, quiet and somewhat of an outcast, like me. We were bookworms, and in our reading and discussions, we moved through a fairly impressive range of topics. Spirituality, the occult, politics, literature, advertising and feminism were …
In the year that I’ve been struggling with my novel I’ve learned to recognize the time-wasters that capture my interest so readily. I can smell them coming down the hall. So when the idea for this blog “popped into my head,” I detected the subtle metallic odour of the time-waster almost immediately.
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