Those mafia guys break knee-caps, right? We writers break backs — of chapters. I’m hellbent on the breaking the back of this chapter I’m writing, so that’s what I’m doing this week. Which means — well, you know the drill, right: unless I run across a topic about which I simply MUST rant. right. now., there won’t be much blogging this week. Off I go, walking not softly and carrying one big mother of a stick.