Finding many things confusing about this new tech, having to wonder how people do some of this stuff. Anyway, welcome to the blog. I'm not going to get into all this stuff about what I like and don't like, you'll catch on to that soon enough. I'm not looking for love, so don't ask me on a date. I really don't have the time. Writing and reading and researching eats everything up.
Reading today about Agatha Christie. I grew up reading her books as a young man (even though the school I went to banned them--too many curse words apparently) so I'm interested to see how she plotted out her books. I'm enjoying it so far, though I still have some doubts about how it's possible that one woman could have written so many delightful murder stories.
Last night I read all about Thomas Chatterton, the young poet of the 18th century best known for his forgeries and his death (suicide) at the age of 17.
(portrait "The Death of Chatterton" by Henry Wallis)
Chatterton was a most ingenious young man and it is a pity that he didn't live longer. When I first heard of him, I was seventeen. It was disturbing to look at the volumes of his work in the library, realizing that he'd written all of that before he was my age and that he'd died when he was my age. If I'd died that young I'd have left nothing behind except one or two very bad short stories.
But then he was a genious, a prodigy, wasn't he? I'm not. At least I don't think so.
JPC
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