A reader directed me to an article in the October issue of The Atlantic, John Seabrook’s comments on Artificial Intelligence (AI) and creative writing. Could machines learn to write better than professionals, it asked. I’ll probably go on foraging for ideas from this piece for a w
One of my fellow authors is scratching her head because she’s discovered her books are being sold on foreign websites. Her discovery raises a couple of questions. How did her novels wander so far from the home? Does one get bragging rights for making the bestseller list in Tra
At 81, I now have a pair of hearing aids, and believe me, I’d prefer not to. If I didn’t already know life moves at a frenetic pace, I would now, judging from the noise around me. I’ve worn these expensive devices for three weeks and I’m struggling to make the adju
I hadn’t intended to share “Secrets,” the story I published earlier this month. When I read the printed version, I discovered errors: “compliment” for “complement”; “shinning” for “shining.” The punctuation was flawed with double periods in several pla
All I wanted to do in my retirement years was write. I presumed the easiest way to do that was to find a publisher and let the company go through the mechanics of getting my books into print. So far that decision has proved unsatisfactory. I won’t go into details, but gi
When I was a child of five, one of the first books I read in school was about Dick, Jane and a dog named Spot. They lived in a house with a picket fence on a sunny street with a mother and father named Mr. And Mrs. Little. Dick, Jane, and Spot had many adventures and I lov
People sometimes ask if I’ve thought about publishing a selection of my blogs in book form. Naturally, I’m flattered, just as I am when they suggest my novels would make great movies. Such notions don’t swell my head. Steven Spielberg, I know, won’t be calling soon.
Appropriate to the season, a friend gave me a gift certificate to Powell’s bookstore. Overjoyed, I hurried off to use it before it got lost in the midst of my move to the retirement center. Choosing a book wasn’t hard. I keep a list on my refrigerator door.
When Stephen Hawking’s book, A Brief History of Time came out several years ago, someone hid money at the back of one copy to see if anyone got to the end of this complex work on cosmology. The book hit the best seller list and remained there for 4 years, but no on
I’ve never read a book by John Updike, mainly because he was never required in college and I identified him with “the boys,” who included Philip Roth, Saul Bellow, and touching upon Ernest Hemmingway and Norman Mailer, writers whom I have read but whose world view I don’t much