I don't know if anybody remembers this, but months ago I reviewed a book called On Writing Well by William Zinsser. Well, life must be even weirder than I thought, because a family friend who reads this blog is connected to Mr. Zinsser, and she sent him my review. Last Sunday I was in bed (at 10 o'clock, because I take and treasure every chance I get to sleep) when my mom came in with the phone. It played back a voice mail from WILLIAM ZINSSER, saying how much he liked my review. He even gave me his number so I could call him back. Do any of you have remember that scene from The Fault in Our Stars when Hazel gets a letter from her favorite author, inviting her to visit? My joy at getting this call, and the invitation to return it, was equal if not greater. I had to pace and gibber for a while before I could go back to bed. I spent the rest of the week plotting my response, and decided...