My muse is a no nonsense kind of guy. He doesn’t care if I’m inspired… tired…or retired. There he sits on his comfy couch glaring at me. “I’m not slacking on my writing,” I tell him. “Really.” He doesn’t believe me and speaks with a cocky British accent. “Please hurry up and finish that book. I need something to read besides the bloody bad news.” “These things take time,” I argue. “There’s a lot more to writing a book than you might think. I’ve got… Continue reading →
“Ideas begin their life as small seeds, so light they may drift through the air like dust motes. If a human is fortunate enough to catch one, when the light is right, it can be planted, just like a seed. With fertile soil, it may grow into a flower or tree, which will re-seed, thus producing a whole field or forest.” Cicero, the old library cat to Marco, his apprentice. Quote from Guardian Cats and the Lost Books of Alexandria. About the book: Cicero, the old library… Continue reading →
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