I have been away for two weeks. We had a death in our family, a not unexpected death, but a sad occasion nevertheless. My aunt lived a long life. She loved holidays. Halloween was one of her favorites, and her two houses became a study in Gothicism. My uncle, a Sherlock Holmes and Father Brown fan, told me that he would buy paperback novels for her. His implication was that they were the cheap, "trashy" kind of books from the 1950s and '60s, something he would not have touched but that she liked. They grew up in the pulp era and I wonder if they read mysteries or fantasy or even science fiction. In any event, I would like to say R.I.P. if saying that is not in bad taste these days. And in any event, I'm back and ready to begin writing again.
Copyright 2015 Terence E. Hanley