tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21629015.post7585408471150328391..comments2024-03-04T12:44:00.261+00:00Comments on Debi Alper: Are they mad?Debihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09600815804658702077noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21629015.post-43617714291271583342017-01-22T03:20:17.771+00:002017-01-22T03:20:17.771+00:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Bloggerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07287821785570247118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21629015.post-31333564518361141652007-12-20T13:22:00.000+00:002007-12-20T13:22:00.000+00:00Minx - it would be like not loving your spine or s...Minx - it would be like not loving your spine or something, wouldn't it?<BR/><BR/>Ab Van - dreams are good. Hold onto 'em.<BR/><BR/>Merc - good luck with your mum's book. MAKING dreams come true - what a high!<BR/><BR/>G&G - I'm reflecting on your reflections about reflections.Debihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09600815804658702077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21629015.post-25198290901412898402007-12-20T12:38:00.000+00:002007-12-20T12:38:00.000+00:00Could our increasingly expedient lifestyles explai...Could our increasingly expedient lifestyles explain the less reflectively considered mess civilization is wreaking more quickly upon the planet?Yodoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09244765916380830711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21629015.post-53306383207508269022007-12-20T12:33:00.000+00:002007-12-20T12:33:00.000+00:00Can one compel themselves, and if so, how much fun...Can one compel themselves, and if so, how much fun could it be for anyone but a masochist? I suppose if one agrees to a deadline, such browbeating must more than equal the luxury of procrastination which, for the unscheduled author is considered reflective analysis. Thus the difference between journalism and literature. Now that I think on it, expedience dictates the the readers will fall into the same categories of expedience as the writers: newspapers for busy people, books for the more leisurely.Yodoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09244765916380830711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21629015.post-24099178511716826852007-12-20T07:58:00.000+00:002007-12-20T07:58:00.000+00:00It chose me and I had to adapt to that. But know I...It chose me and I had to adapt to that. But know I'm choosing it for my Mum, to make her dream come true. We're going into selfpublishing for her craft book when I find out how that side of things work. A limited edition, only, though.<BR/><BR/>But you're write.Merchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15011150737394796331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21629015.post-17150596759281714552007-12-19T19:31:00.000+00:002007-12-19T19:31:00.000+00:00You know I've wanted to write and have written sin...You know I've wanted to write and have written since I was a littlie - I chose to do it when I was 24 but never got round to doing it until very much later. I think it chose me and I chose it. Of course, I do suffer from terrible delusions of grandeur and expect to be the next big thing. Well, hell, a girl's got to dream big, right? Otherwise it ain't a dream, it's a nightmare!<BR/><BR/>Minx, I don't mind being woken up in the middle of the night it's when it strikes me in the middle of traffic that I find it a real bugger! I'm thinking it might be better to never leave the house again.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04871239587214383387noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21629015.post-11387433869982389852007-12-19T18:55:00.000+00:002007-12-19T18:55:00.000+00:00I think it chooses you and I sometimes wish it had...I think it chooses you and I sometimes wish it had picked on someone else! <BR/>I love it, but I am not so keen when it wakes me up in the middle of the night!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03665385782194826703noreply@blogger.com