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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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Life and death

Three days ago I wrote about the death of a very old friend. I want to thank all of you for your kind words, both the ones here and the ones sent privately. I really appreciate it, especially since this was such a complicated situation for me. Those of you who've been close with addicts know how complex the emotions are that are involved.

Yesterday, I learned of the death of another old friend. This is such a different thing. He and I go back 20 years, and he was in his late 80's. He was in my writing group -- he was supposed to come over here tonight for a meeting. My alcoholic friend had given up on life long before she died; this guy always had three or four projects going, friends to meet for lunch and dinner -- and a new romantic crush every couple of months. He was studying screenwriting lately, had an idea for a movie he thought would be hilarious. Don't get me wrong; this was no saint, nor an adorable old fellow. He was exasperating, a drama queen, vain and opinionated. But he LIVED, up until the moment he died.

Me, I'm a little stunned right now. At least I have adolescent squirrels in the backyard. I'll tell you about them soon.

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