Confession is good for the soul.
A couple of days ago I bragged about my writing prowess. I didn’t mention that I had split several infinitives, used squinting modifiers, and ended a few too many sentences with prepositions.
Add this to my weakness for mindlessly drifting into the
passive voice and I confess that 20 years of writing has left me with arthritic
hands and ganglion-cysts on my fingers. (Oh, and an occasional royalty check
that can buy a tank of gas for my hybrid car. Fortunately, I only need to fill
it once a month or so.)
But my joy of sinning (writing) continues, and I will soon announce
the release of my 8th book titled, “Loosing” Your Mind: Critical
Thinking in an Age of Chaos.
If there has ever been a time for critical thinking, it’s
now!
(PS: When it comes out, please buy one so I can buy another
tank of gas.)
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