tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852084504356536120.post4358190113760630782..comments2009-10-05T16:40:02.580-07:00Comments on This is not a blog.: A little bit of shameless self-promotion.Angihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891554726723387351noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852084504356536120.post-39485654096722897212009-09-05T16:12:23.301-07:002009-09-05T16:12:23.301-07:00Ethel, thank you so much! I really, really appreci...Ethel, thank you so much! I really, really appreciate the kind words.Angihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06891554726723387351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852084504356536120.post-18164458574769358892009-09-03T09:08:32.621-07:002009-09-03T09:08:32.621-07:00Angi, you got to me first. I had intended to conta...Angi, you got to me first. I had intended to contact you yesterday, but the day ran away with me.<br /><br />First, congratulations on your excellent essay over at PANK.<br /><br />Second, "Ghosts and Monsters." Wow, wow, and wow. That's very articulate or eloquent, but that's what repeated over and over in my head as I read. I loved the voice here, the premise, the characters, the fast pace, the rising sense of menace, the pain, the tension, the language. Everything. Just everything. Searing. Take a bow!!! <br /><br />Third, congratulations on "What It Means To Disappear." I also LOVED this.<br /><br />How great is this: "After the first time we kissed, I started giving her things that I secretly wanted to keep. Old toys from the back of my closet that I had saved forever. Autographed baseball cards. Trophies I had won. Part of me was afraid that if I ran out of things she could zap away, she would stop coming back. But mostly, I wanted that feeling, the sharp pang in my chest at the split second when something I used to love disappeared before my eyes."<br /><br />I look forward to reading more of your work. Brava!!!Ethel Rohanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09312350169855172302noreply@blogger.com