Home > Dispatches > Trip Preparations > High Praise, Indeed March 28, 2011 High Praise, Indeed I wonder if high praise is like high fructose corn syrup, meaning, too much of a good thing kills ya. Today is overcast and blustery, a good day for getting indoor stuff done. Like resume working on dispatches. Last night my biographer, Christopher Benson, sent me an email and pretty much told me that I’m on the right track with what I’m doing. High praise, indeed. He also said that he hadn’t seen any March dispatches posted, which is why I’m back at it again. Christopher is my muse. In this respect, I’m
blessed. I’m blessed. This isn’t a term that I bandy about
lightly. Rather, I use it once every so often, kinda like the word awesome.
I am blessed because he’s such good friend and a very astute critic.
I can depend upon him to be honest and truthful when I share my work with
him. We’re actually one another’s biographers. Christopher is also my muse. I’ll often stop
writing and ask him what he thinks about a word, phrase, or idea. His
responses usually come fairly quickly, though sometimes he takes a few
days to get back to me. I understand. He’s a busy guy with a lot
going on. His voice, when I do hear it, rings loud and clear. It is distinctly
New Jersey, with South Carolinian overtones. We get together when we can, which is far too seldom
in my estimation. Alaska and South Carolina seem light years away. But
Christopher is mulling over joining us for a bit on the trail this summer.
I can hardly wait.
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