The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.
by Regis Boff
James Joyce’s editor calls on him early one morning and finds him with his head in his arms on his writing desk beside his typewriter.
The editor says, “James, What’s the matter?”
The great writer looks up at him and says, I have been at this all night and I only have six words!”
The editor looks at him and says “But James that’s great for you,” and Joyce looks at him and says
“I know, but I don’t know what order they go in”