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Happy Australian Labour Day
Also, C.C. is 30 years old today, and is looking pretty good on this side of the 30 years' war.
There's a passage in the prologue of Kurt Vonnugut's novel Slapstick or Lonesome No More! that always makes me think of her:
"[My sister] was the person I had always written for. She was the secret of whatever artistic unity I had ever achieved. She was the secret of my technique. Any creation which has any wholeness and harmoniousness, I suspect, was made by an artist or inventor with an audience of one in mind."
C.C. was that person, back when I started to write all the things that were swimming around in my head. My audience now is a little bigger (only a little), but I'll always be thankful to her for reading me so well and so patiently.
Happy Birthday, C.C.
There's a passage in the prologue of Kurt Vonnugut's novel Slapstick or Lonesome No More! that always makes me think of her:
"[My sister] was the person I had always written for. She was the secret of whatever artistic unity I had ever achieved. She was the secret of my technique. Any creation which has any wholeness and harmoniousness, I suspect, was made by an artist or inventor with an audience of one in mind."
C.C. was that person, back when I started to write all the things that were swimming around in my head. My audience now is a little bigger (only a little), but I'll always be thankful to her for reading me so well and so patiently.
Happy Birthday, C.C.