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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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Planes into buildings

Good God.

I knew nothing about the crash in NY until I logged on late yesterday afternoon. My blood went cold, and I can only imagine what it must have been like in NY -- that fear and uncertainty stirred up again. Laraine was just describing in the comments on my blog from the 10th how neural habit pathways don't disappear, even when new ones are formed. They just sit there waiting to be reactivated. Which I guess explains why we don't "get over" things even when we "get past" them.

And I feel somehow I need to admit this: I was out of town on 9/11. And during the blackout of 2003. And when the ferry ploughed into the pier. And I'm out of town now. My nephew's already said there oughta be a law about me leaving town. If it weren't about the most narcissitic idea in the universe, I'd be starting to agree.


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