Story, Writing

A Scribbler’s Musings

And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream We have a large bookshelf in our dining room...the sort of square, modular kind with sixteen cubes, all filled to the… Continue reading A Scribbler’s Musings