Speaking of fantastic stories, I’m reading Four and Twenty Blackbirds right now and loving it.

Joe, that has to be the best comment I’ve ever gotten on my blog.

… I’m such a nerd.

I thought I had a distinctive name growing up. The first time I learned otherwise was in Boston during the mid 80s when I started getting telephone calls for a guy with not only the same name, but the same middle initial. (I gathered he had a business degree from Emerson College, a few years younger than me.)

Things have gotten steadily worse since the advent of the Internet. In the 90s I received emails that asked whether I were the Irish priest . . . or the Australian Olympic swimmer. During occasional Googlings, I’ve learned of David Loftuses who are physicians and physicists.

Then there’s the David Loftus who is an accomplished professional photographer and apparently lives in a houseboat on the Thames. He’s shot many illustrated books about flowers and food, so his book listings in Amazon tend to come up before mine, and his Web site and mine keep trading off the lead spot on Google.

It happens more often than you’d think.
So yeah, totally. If you didn’t come with a distinctive name, make one up!

That’s strange and fantastic all at once.

I’ve been working on getting all of them down to a line or two and then having a paragraph mentally prepared for if someone says, “Tell me more about that one.”

And to being in the editors bag today.

That’s awesome though, Mary!