The Most Livable Curse


Devil of a Deal

If I were forced to give up one sense for super-acuity in another, which would I choose for advancement and which—dear God, which—would I sign away as a handicap, dead to me and gone?

“A gift, you say?” I said. “This is not a gift—it is a punishment!”

The devil tapped his foot with some impatience.

“Call it a cost,” said he. “You’ve got here thanks to your books and thinking, into a dimension well out of your space and time; and now you have got to get out. Be happy you leave with your life. But no trip to Hell is made without a lasting impression. Now what will it be? Blindness in exchange for the sensory apparatus of a bat? Taste for the nose of a bloodhound?”

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The Green Wood Door


There are lots of doors. Writing is a door. Art is a door. One of the facets of creative work that has always fascinated me most is the ability to inspire creation. When you see really compelling artwork, you don’t just see a 2D image–you see a story–and that is the beginning of your own journey.

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Wallie on Survival


When Wallie and I were faced with today’s prompt, we were in a bind. We knew that if this blog is to survive it must, well, go on. But when it came to “Survival” we were stuck.

“Write about your dying blog,” said my Friend. “Write about fighting for its life.”

Wallie was more interested in surviving the Jungle Orzos and its evil pear-eating birds.

Here is a mix.

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