John Scalzi writes most intelligently about the passing of his beloved Lopsided Cat. I know you all like him as an author of fiction, but the man is a hell of an essayist as well. I suppose there isn’t a lot of money in being Russell Baker or Annie Dillard, but I do appreciate heartfelt nonfiction.
And it made me cry and want my cats, so you know, good writing all around. Good essay succeeds because it touches all the things in us that are human and that are common about being human. Scalzi nailed my feelings about pets here, and I suspect neither of us are unique.
For your enjoyment, thanks to Brent over in Adventures in Sci Fi Publishing, here’s the first set of our Icon readings featuring Ransom Noble, Chris Corenell, Stephanie Vance and Jim Miller-Meeks.
This morning’s question as I get ready to begin my NaNoWriMo session is this: Am I a professor who writes, am I a writer who professes, or am I a writer and a professor? I suspect I don’t have an answer to that, but I will mull it over and get back to you.