And Now For Something Completely Different

Fans of this site will notice that there has been little in the way of blogging on this blog for going on two weeks.  There are several reasons for this. First, I have resumed writing fiction after getting blown out of the water by the recent news about my son, and consequently have had to devote the whopping thirty-five minutes I reserve for daily creative pursuits to being novelist. Second, podcasts are easier.  I record them during rush hour in my car.  And third, I’m not a very good blogger and prefer to leave commentary to those who know what they’re doing: Kristina Chew and others listed in my links to name a few.  I will say that this item from the UK stuck in my craw, especially the headline. The information, even if verifiable, seems so pointless. Had I known that my son would be autistic would I have decided to not have him?  Are there perils to prudence and inaction? Would never knowing my son have been worth the risk? No, yes and no.

More on this (possibly) later, plus I thought George Bush was gone. We shall see…