Cassia, the voice of my novel What’s Left, is more formally named Acacia. I think it fits her to a T.
Are there any combinations of first name and diminutive or nickname in your circles you especially like?
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You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
Cassia, the voice of my novel What’s Left, is more formally named Acacia. I think it fits her to a T.
Are there any combinations of first name and diminutive or nickname in your circles you especially like?
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“They’re all bad,” meaning politicians – well, the ones YOU (the speaker) vote for usually are. It’s no excuse to smear mine.
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There’s no excuse for mediocrity.
Or lowering the bar, is there?
All those years in the newsroom, I still tend to conditionalize everything, rather than strike for a bold statement.
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What I find difficult to say is “I need” or “I want.” At least directly. I usually beat around the bush with soft questions.
How ’bout you?
In my novel What’s Left, Cassia’s family turns an old church into a hot music center. It seemed like a natural extension from their restaurant.
Where do you go to hear live music?
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Acid Bath
Iguana

Could it be the more you discover, the less you know?
Even about me?
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Of course, you can exclaim, What an asshole!
I mean, focusing on material goods! very atypical for us, you and me, not philosophy or fine arts or even dramatic late fall weather we’re having we really show ourselves at our crassest but as long as I’m being confessional, let’s continue in the vein: last week, at our Guild meeting, we voted to accept the company’s latest final offer for our new contract, which means I’ll be getting a big retro check covering the wage difference from Jan. 1 till now