wp-spamshield domain was triggered too early. This is usually an indicator for some code in the plugin or theme running too early. Translations should be loaded at the init action or later. Please see Debugging in WordPress for more information. (This message was added in version 6.7.0.) in /home/ii5ad04abu2u/public_html/downjotter.com/wp-includes/functions.php on line 6131History Isn’t Carved In Stone (Even When It Is) Drop a rock in water and ripples will emanate outward from the point of entry. Skip a rock across the water and ripples will appear at each point of impact. Time is an ever-flowing river, winding its way from the beginning of time until time is no more. Once a moment passes, it becomes a part of history—eternal, unchangeable, history. Because of this, “what if” becomes one of the most magical…
Bonkers When We Read A Novel “While we read a novel, we are insane—bonkers. We believe in the existence of people who aren’t there, we hear their voices… Sanity returns (in most cases) when the book is closed.”–Ursula K. Le Guin
Quality Of Inadequate Sentences “And so too, in later years, when I began to write a book of my own, and the quality of some sentences seemed so inadequate that I could not make up my mind to go on with the undertaking. I would find the equivalent in Bergotte. But it was only then, when I read them in his pages, that I could enjoy them; when it was I myself who composed them, in my anxiety that they…
Rigor Mortis Has Set In “I am beginning to be sorry that I ever undertook to write this book. Not that it bores me; I have nothing else to do; indeed, it is a welcome distraction from eternity. But the book is tedious, it smells of the tomb, it has a rigor mortis about it; a serious fault, and yet a relatively small one, for the great defect of this book is you, reader. You want to live fast, to…
Monster Needs A Face Shadows dance on the ancient stone walls of the castle with each flash of lightning. Torrents of rain soak the scientist’s ancestral home, seeking to wash it away before the evil within its womb tastes life. Struggling against the storm, yet drawing upon its power, equipment created from the mind of a madman hums. Blue electricity climbs and descends Jacob’s Ladder, building power then regulating its release into insulated copper wire. Charged chemicals flow hesitantly into…
Collaborator Not Required “I’ve always believed in writing without a collaborator, because where two people are writing the same book, each believes he gets all the worry and only half the royalties.”–Agatha Christie