I'm a little off-kilter, as I'm dealing with the death of one of my favorite writers. I will always love Shelby Foote for the superb historian and storyteller that he was (and don't just watch Ken Burns, read Shelby's books.)
Just after I read about Shelby's death, I followed a link* and read Reflections upon finally reading about 17 pages of Fight Club, including a pleasantly brief but nevertheless curious introduction by the author, and simultaneously trying to write a parody of The Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew that incorporates elements of Clare Boothe Luce's queer classic, The Women.
I think that one wins first prize for the longest blog post title I've ever seen. But in reading it, the writing universe reminded me that for every storyteller we lose, there is another out there, waiting to be read.
(*directed via How to Learn Swedish in 1000 Difficult Lessons.)