asking questions and discovering how little I know
Funny is always very subjective. For the purposes of this post, let us assume my post from yesterday (Dignity is an illusion) is funny. Why would I post it? It’s worth asking since it’s an old post from elsewhere. The original is from about six years ago. It’s also worth asking because it is a [...]
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Rather than write yet again about stories, I thought I would tell a little story. This was actually written and posted about six years ago on another, now defunct blog. It is about the human condition … One day there was something wrong with my butt. It was remarkably itchy. But what can you do? [...]
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You may have noticed that my post from yesterday lacked a certain seriousness. It was, however, serious in the sense that I actually have put an ebook together and it is called, Disrupted Lives and Other Commotions. I’m hoping to get it online this week. I will once I figure out a few technical aspects [...]
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Let us dream of evanescence, and linger in the beautiful foolishness of things. – Okakura Kazuko – Why is a certain kind of writing always assumed to be for children? I’m thinking about writing that would include writers like Dr. Seuss or Shel Silverstein. It’s writing characterized by silliness and humour. I write quite a [...]
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I'm Bill Wren, a writer-editor, social media enthusiast in Fredericton, New Brunswick. And that would be my dog, Molly Bloom, as a logo in the header.
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