|Woodcutter and the Trees, Arthur Rackham (Wikimedia Commons)|
There's only one thing worse than writing about writing. That's blogging about blogging.
The title of this series of essays about the blog comes from a book of stories that I never finished compiling. It was a book intended for my parents. Since I'd read the Aesop collection in our house at least a dozen times, maybe more than twenty, really, before I was ten years old, I think they would have understood the title.
Ultimately, I created several different collections and considered a variety of names for them. With family and friends, I collected photographs to serve for the artwork. The collection never made it as far as becoming a book, though.