…is what I did in a previous incarnation of my self as a physicist. Happy days of searching. I was reminded of that when I wrote a review of Tina Hyland’s fiction “Schrödinger Equation” in issue 10 of > kill author – they ask new authors to comment on their colleagues’ work. This story is a particularly fine example of fiction stimulated and not strangled by science. Don’t miss it.
It’s been a bloggish couple of days at the Speh mansion – the other invasion happened over at Sheldon Lee Compton’s wonderful “Bentcountry” retreat where I went on and on talking about making space. The guest post came out of the simple insight that I didn’t really listen to music or read books anymore for pleasure alone. There’s a professional aspect to it and that’s what I wrote about in “Cathedral“. Thanks, Shel.
“No self is of itself alone.”
said Schrödinger, a whimsical Austrian, somewhere. A good thing to remember as we go into the festive season. Thanks for listening – keep searching!