Rox of Spaz-House points out that today is Uncle Ray's birthday. The majority of my short fiction I owe to him and this book. There are few things I can say about writing with certainty that I think are universal, and one of them is this: I haven't met the writer who I think couldn't benefit from Ray's wisdom in Zen in the Art.
This shmoe wishes him all the best. I owe him much.
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