I'm a writer, publishing both as SJ Rozan and, with Carlos Dews, as Sam Cabot. (I'm Sam, he's Cabot.) Here you can find links to my almost-daily blog posts, including the Saturday haiku I've been doing for years. BUT the blog itself has moved to my website. If you go on over there you can subscribe and you'll never miss a post. (Miss a post! A scary thought!) Also, I'll be teaching a writing workshop in Italy this summer -- come join us!
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Ice
1. This blog has been frozen at "Boobs" for far too long.
2. Because: I was away, up the river to see my grandniece again. (And if I'm her great aunt, why isn't she my greatniece?) She's the warmest, softest thing ever, rivalled only by my goddaughter for under-one-year wonderfulness. She could melt any ice.
3. Even the ice that coated everything while I was up there. Old snow, cleared streets, trees, cars and roofs. Rain spat briefly and then froze suddenly. Ice crusted every outdoor surface as though it were frosting that had been poured over the whole town and left to cool. It sparkled in the streetlights, glowed in the moonlight, and positively glittered in the sunshine the next morning.
4. And in Hell, too, as my mouthpiece says, now that Bill O'Reilly has said he was wrong about supporting the Iraq war.
5. But it's warm in Australia, where our intrepid architecture critic, Jim Russell, is surveying the situation. I just added a link to his blog, above; if you're interested in literate, non-jargoned discussion about design, you'll enjoy it.
2. Because: I was away, up the river to see my grandniece again. (And if I'm her great aunt, why isn't she my greatniece?) She's the warmest, softest thing ever, rivalled only by my goddaughter for under-one-year wonderfulness. She could melt any ice.
3. Even the ice that coated everything while I was up there. Old snow, cleared streets, trees, cars and roofs. Rain spat briefly and then froze suddenly. Ice crusted every outdoor surface as though it were frosting that had been poured over the whole town and left to cool. It sparkled in the streetlights, glowed in the moonlight, and positively glittered in the sunshine the next morning.
4. And in Hell, too, as my mouthpiece says, now that Bill O'Reilly has said he was wrong about supporting the Iraq war.
5. But it's warm in Australia, where our intrepid architecture critic, Jim Russell, is surveying the situation. I just added a link to his blog, above; if you're interested in literate, non-jargoned discussion about design, you'll enjoy it.
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