A bittersweet story of summer, childhood and imaginary friends.
After a short comment by a friend on Twitter, about books and reading I had to share this one poem.
I baked some bread today, have some poetry to go with that.
What is it that defines the Great *insert Nationality* Novel?
What is it that makes a piece of literature stand above all others released at the same time? That makes it better than the literature that has been released previously?
After some late night ruminations while inebriated, a resulting exchange with a friend (the one who is responsible for one of the characters) and this story was born with my novel main character and a guest star. I suppose I should link to this story as well, as it is an introduction piece of sorts to the guest star.
I ruminate a bit on one of my favorite subjects, continuing a little from yesterday’s blog post.
Today Plinky asked me what my favorite part was about visiting a new place, if it was the food, the architecture or the people watching. Honestly, I don’t think that’s very fair of them.
Twins are often thought of as something special, that they always have this special connection that excludes all others. Something almost magical.
For a lark I popped over to Plinky.com today.
If you don’t know, it’s a WordPress owned site that provides you with a daily suggestion of a topic to write about if you’re experiencing writer’s block or just need some fresh ideas from somewhere outside your own head. Well, the topic of the day was “The farthest you’ve traveled from home” and immediately it got by head buzzing. Partially, because there is some baggage in my life that I have not yet felt ready to tell anyone about and let’s just say that I was worried the Plinky question might force me to unearth some of it prematurely. But then I googled distances and discovered how far away from home I have actually been and where that was. And at the same time I realized that the first time I traveled that far, it was completely unplanned.
So, here’s my story of how I ended up going to San Francisco for a long weekend, just because.
Another silly, sentimental poem for your enjoyment, tomorrow I have something different lined up to be published here.