With Christmas shopping and food shopping on my mind, I am bereft of any especially original thought this morning ... reduced instead to the second-string habit of noting others' work and perhaps critiquing it as if I were on a par with the high-profile person I can mention.
An icky habit: Look ma! I can mention Albert Einstein or Jerry Lee Lewis or Siddhartha Gautama! Is my halo on straight?
As the one-time sports writer Red Smith once observed, "There's nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein."
No blood, no writing.