I haven’t written a rambling blog entry in a while, so I decided on this low-energy Sunday when the sun is tempting me to head outside and collapse with a book on the porch swing (I swear that gentle swing action is the best thing if you have insomnia) would be a perfect day for such a thing.
Plinky asked me a relatively easy question today, but my complicated semi-broken brain took it and made a long free form poem out of it. Yay?
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?
I ruminate a bit on one of my favorite subjects, continuing a little from yesterday’s blog post.
Twins are often thought of as something special, that they always have this special connection that excludes all others. Something almost magical.
Picking and choosing between styles and subjects, I decided to go with this thing I wrote. It felt fitting somehow.
I keep coming back to the same subjects in my writing, but I tell myself that’s okay.