Last night, in one of those idle wanderings of the mind that will often lead a fellow straight into a rabbit hole of delightful discovery, I stumbled upon a blog of singular merit—Toby Litt (tobylitt.wordpress.com). A veritable treasure trove for fiction writers; even wannabe’s like me—it is, stacked high with wit, wisdom, and the kind of guidance that might just keep an ink-stained wretch with an eye on a late life second career, from sure ruin.

I felt compelled—nay, duty-bound—to share this find, for it appears the good Mr. Litt has not outfitted his domain with any of those modern contraptions that allow a man to spread the word with a mere click. So here I am, hollering from the rooftops, as my ancestors did, in hopes that others might stumble upon his good work before they perish of mediocrity.

The gentleman has been at his trade for many a year, and as of late 2024, he was still hammering out his thoughts for the benefit of all who would listen. And so, I pray he continues—fervently, desperately—for my own literary aspirations may well hang upon his next post.

You’re welcome; I included a QR Code for convenience.