Introduction
You see, I forget. Even the most basic rules. Be local. local, local, local. Ticket to universality. Which, at this point (pushing the 70s) I couldn’t care less about. There is no more writing. There is only showing off. Which is my chosen mètier. Here you will see a bunch of carefully(?) crafted miniatures designed to show you that I don’t (do don’t do don’t do don’t do don’t) care about real life and real people. Got it? What I can do is write. Not like Cheever, Fitzgerald, or O’Connor. I don’t actually care. Never did. But I have, what’s the word? Talent. Enjoy yourselves in the scrub brush of my trivia. Some basics… V1: What’s a vignette? Prose but not a story except by accident. Think of it as just a look at some thing or some one in particular. V2: What are verses? In the poetry family but not as ambitious or serious. Like a slightly disreputable cousin. Still made of lines rather than sentences though. And, no, they don’t always rhyme, like uncles and cousins don’t always ...
