I’ve been hearing people say that January 2007 was unusually warm, but I couldn’t remember. This picture from my archives, however, shows bare earth in the foreground of a January sunrise, evidence for the claim.
The new year for me is starting with myriad pedestrian tasks, so for today’s literary musings I refer you all to an essay by Valerie Trueblood, whose novel SEVEN LOVES was reviewed in this blog not long ago. She spells out the distinctions between novel and short story with more eloquence than I can muster today or ever.
This is my 90th posting.
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