Five million words written on his typewriter, Cormac McCarthy, perhaps my favorite author, gets a "new" Olivetti.  Read: “No Country for Old Typewriters: A Well-Used One Heads to Auction.”
It reminds me of Wendell Berry's essay titled "Why I'm Not Going to Buy a Computer."

I’d try using charcoal on stone if I thought it would help.  Amazing.

Dayne

Dear Readers:

I’ve been away from this blog almost three years. Among activities, I started and finished an MA in English and creative writing, lost 45 pounds, started gardening by hand with a pickaxe as my main tool, no tiller, no gasoline, no engine, just elbow power--the rains wacked my garden this fall, greens did OK--, and I earned tenure and promotion at the university in my hometown.  I've reestablished my writing and reading habits--five pieces out this fall, in the mail circulating, more submissions out soon.

Because I can’t help myself, I’m writing a memoir titled Redneck Genius.  It ends the day I registered for college classes at 18 years old.  Soon, I’ll post my high school transcript here, a scan, a PDF. Three years in the ninth grade and I never progressed beyond English II. They "social promoted" me, I think.  I never even finished English I.

My latest publication is a long interview with Tim Gautreaux in Image issue 63.

Books I’m reading over Thanksgiving break:

• Novella Carpenter’s Farm City: The Education of an Urban Farmer.
  
• TR Reid’s The Healing of America: A Global Quest for Better, Cheaper, and Fairer Health Care.
  
• And I'm finishing Jim Harrison’s masterpiece titled Legends of the Fall.  I should have read it years ago. It’s one of the best books I’ve read all year.

My novel’s cheap on amazon.com, 54% off in hardcover. Eleven bucks and eight cents with free shipping. Makes a nice gift, I hear.  Check it out: Welcome to the Fallen Paradise.

No, I'm not on Facebook.  I lasted one week. 

My best,
Dayne