Yeah, I know. Long time. In my own defense, this has been an incredibly busy summer, what with historic interpreting and college visits with younger teen and trips and general existential malaise. I want to write all about the one trick (tm) that will fix democracy but that’s not how any of this works. We’re all going to have to do a lot of little things that feel inadequate but really add up. Like, say,
Chekhov’s famous book writing advice: "If you say in the first chapter that there is a rifle hanging on the wall, in the second or third chapter it absolutely must go off. If it’s not going to be fired, it shouldn’t be hanging there." Who is Mark? And why do WE have to unpack a suitcase that appears without warning. And then disappears.
I too have dallied with the notion of buying Oneonta's Octagon House - it is very charming (from the outside, at least).
Chekhov’s famous book writing advice: "If you say in the first chapter that there is a rifle hanging on the wall, in the second or third chapter it absolutely must go off. If it’s not going to be fired, it shouldn’t be hanging there." Who is Mark? And why do WE have to unpack a suitcase that appears without warning. And then disappears.