moving at the speed of youth
Gertie Stein: Every writer wants to be told how good he is, how good he is, how good he is.
The virus can’t enter your body without consent.
Two high-school swimmers, getting suited up for their daily practice.
What other bad counsel have you heard?
Best done religiously every day.
I’m amazed by the amount of sheer physical energy writing takes. Long stretches of total concentration. Back hurts. Fingers, too.
Reworking a long piece, especially.
It’s Leap Year, and February gains one day. The one that’s counted today.
It’s not exactly a holiday, though, and nobody gets the day off, much less a three-day weekend.
What’s exactly the point of it, then? It looks like any other day to me. Any other northern New England winter day.
Anyone else feeling cheated?