Gee, Wally.

I respond to e-mails from editors with the word “swell!!”

Because “The Beaver” is the professional image I wish to project …

YES!! THIS!!! Exactly this!!

Although, if you write horror, it’s more like 666 tabs being open …

 

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Does the Espresso Train have stops in Bay Shore?

Why, yes — yes it does.

A little late for St. Patrick’s Day …

But here’s “Minstrel Boy.”

Gonna form my own cover band with the other psych majors from Mary Washington College.

Gonna call it Pink Freud.

“When is it okay to say “Retard?” Check this chart.” (Smriti Sinha, policymic.com)

http://www.policymic.com/articles/85615/when-is-it-okay-to-say-retard-check-this-chart

 

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Took me just 12 minutes to wing the correct spelling of “cantaloupe.”

CUZ I’M THE WRITER MAN.

No … I am not writing a story in which canteloupe is a plot point.

F**K. I just misspelled it, didn’t I?

I’m the Secular C.S. Lewis, people.

Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are cheap and easily accessible.

To me, this is evidence of the divine.

It’s the best stab at theology I can make.

Ouch, say the toes …

My toes ache (right foot), my publisher just called me “gramps,” and a 20-something friend just told me he’s never seen an Indiana Jones movie.

I. Feel. OLD.

Beautiful.

It is my considered opinion that Stanley Anne Zane Latham’s writing is simply beautiful.

Read this.

 

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