Once More Unto the Breach
Fine. Since the tea is not forthcoming, let’s have a philosophical conversation. — Anton Chekhov, The Three Sisters I miss hunting for just the right word. I miss hammering ornery sentences into shape. Solving tricky paragraph jigsaw puzzles. Riding the furious wave of a self-righteous rant, pontificating from a rickety soapbox, waxing poetic at the … Read more Once More Unto the Breach