Why do I ignore the compliments but take to heart any critical comment anyone ever makes about my work? It's like they found me out - saw through the smoke screen.
Smoking a cigar - does the relaxation, the feeling of peace that I attain while smoking make up for the health risks of the smoke?
E. B. White - who I thought of after I wrote my piece on stars and coyotes. I went and found "One Man's Meat on my bookshelf. I love his style - elegant and clear. I aspire to write like him. I'd love my blog to be little essays about whatever I'm thinking about. I'm bound to become a better writer if I write regularly.