BSP by Leigh Lundin New writers worry about becoming published. Seasoned writers fret about staying published. Among other concerns, I’m given to understand, promotion is up to the writer. Experienced writers use an acronym, BSP, meaning blatant self-promotion. Rob’s Story Makes the Cover! 8 Across art by Grant Newton [When I told an acquaintance Alfred […]

eBOOK SILLINESS by Leigh Lundin I’ve written about eBooks, mobile cell phone novels, and readers such as the Amazon Kindle (that article most notable for having popularized the fabulous OmiBod). This week, I received two bits of eBook humor.   Medieval Tech Support This YouTube video seems to be a Norse version of Monty Python. […]

A DEATH in the FAMILY by Leigh Lundin NASA STS-51-L When at home, I make a practice of watching the space shuttle take off. From a distance, the shuttle looks like a pencil with a flaming eraser. Night launches can be spectacular and never look the same twice. When booster separation takes place, the fuel […]

CAN-AM DICTIONARY by Leigh Lundin As mentioned before, I’ve been discovering more Canadian writers, thanks to friends north of the border and to Liz Ruch’s literary group in Winter Park. These (mostly) Southern ladies who meet monthly at the Morse Museum, feel a bond of the heart with Canadian writers, even if we below the […]

STORY TELLING by Leigh Lundin Growing up, I was surrounded by books from my ancestors, novels from post-Civil War through the 1950s. The art in these books lent a romantic immersion to the works, art from McGuffey Readers, Little Nemo, the Leyendecker brothers, and Maxfield Parrish. This YouTube video caught my eye, telling a story […]

CUDGELING the BRAIN by Leigh Lundin I just had an odd occurrence. For 24 hours, I’ve been trying to think of a sauce used in Cantonese cooking. It wasn’t soy sauce, or fish or oyster sauce, not pepper sauce, not sesame oil or rice vinegar, nor any of the sauces associated with Japanese, Thai, or […]

The CHRISTMAS BOX by Leigh Lundin Every Christmas, my father gave my mother a box, the same box, a 10 inch (25 cm) cube with printed poinsettias. From their first Christmas together, my sentimental father saved the carton and each year he gave her a gift in that same box. That was one of several […]