Monday, October 1, 2012  Thou Shalt Not Kill  RHYS: As a writer
I've never had any problem killing in wicked and devious ways.
I've shot, stabbed, poisoned people. Hit them over the head with
blunt objects, pushed them off cliffs and out of boats. I've
even shut someone in a steam room and turned up the heat to
maximum.  But for some reason when it comes to real life I have
a complete aversion to killing. I don't mean people. Most of us
have that aversion. I mean things that others kill without a
second thought. Insects, for one thing. I am terrified of
spiders but I can't kill one. I have to drop a glass over it,
slip in a sheet of paper and then carry it safely to the garden.
This is sometimes a stupid thing to do. When I was up in Sedona
I inadvertently carried a Brown Recluse carefully out of the
house with only a sheet of paper between me and eternity.  Now I
know all the other Jungle Reds are fabulous gardeners. Their
gardens look like show places with banks of color, appropriate
to the season. Mine loo