The book that taught me how to write has taken me out on the road to speak. The speaking and writing have happily conspired to put me in contact with many terrific people, more than I can keep up with.
This blog is my attempt to be in contact while still protecting time with Barbara and the kids, some nourishing solitude, and time to write.
I am calling it “Nothing Special” because I have no illusions of having anything particularly profound to say. Days in a life mostly, and hunches about the living.