The passing of a writer, II

I had another topic in mind for today but I just heard, sadly, that a fellow writer died several days ago. Her name was Pamela B. Levinson.

http://www.philly.com/philly/obituaries/41619432.html

I didn't personally know Pam. We met through a writing group online. But I found her to be funny, kind and loving. Her online comments showed a witty, likeable person who loved writing and who was open to providing suggestions and getting them.

We talked about where she lived in Villanova, which is on Philadelphia's Main Line, and Kensington, where she worked in the city. (It's funny, really. The Main Line is the location of one of my favorite films, A PHILADELPHIA STORY, with Katharine Hepburn and Cary Grant, and Kensington was the birth place of Dr. Albert Barnes, who is the subject of my current work-in-progress, THE DEATH OF ART.) Kensington and the Main Line can be as different as night and day. But she moved between both everyday.

She also moved between the analytical and the creative everyday, from the world of accounting, which her job required, to the creative, which her writing required.

Pam finished her first novel, IT'S ONLY WORDS. And though it is unpublished, portions of this wonderful piece can be found on CreateSpace.

She put a wonderful voice into the world. It is silent now. And it will be missed.

Thanks for reading. And like Pam Levinson, keep writing.