It’s an odd feeling, having a closer relationship with words on a page, than most people. Fiction and narrative non-fiction make up the the majority of my mind’s diet.  Conversation with other humans lags behind the same way I neglect nutritious vegetables at the dinner table. I ingest other author’s writings and feast sumptuously on the nourishment provided by their labor. I write, to reciprocate these… Read More A Book is a friend to the maniacs in my mind