I finally got around to checking out Chekhov’s Mistress (the blog) and discovered that we had covered some of the same ground. In fact I felt like he was speaking my own thoughts here:
I started this site (at a different address) a year ago, mostly writing about politics. That was rewarding in a way, but now talking politics is like being “in†on the stock market of the ’90s. Writing about books presents unique challenges: Literature by its nature is serious and intense and demands attention; it is a topic of less broad interest than, say politics, but those that are interested know what they are talking about (which can’t be said about politics)
I was in total agreement until he finished that thought with this: “and there is little room for winging it.” What?! If that is the case I might as well close up shop folks ’cause all I got is winging it**! But I give a hearty Amen to his closing dedication:
Therefore, this site is dedicated to those that eat their daily bread from a job and feed themselves from the art of the word on the page.
**I was able to calm down a little when I found at that the mighty CAAF at Tingle Alley has been know to wing it too.
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Ah yes, we’re all wingers when it comes down to it, myself included. Bad choice of words on my part. I should have said something like there’s no room for singing it. But that wouldn’t have made any sense.