Though he and I have not been close this long past year, I think of him and find a whisper of an answer in my writing style and language used of late.
Not straightforward like Marquez, nor influenced as yet by skill in imagery in blunt words rather than a wallpaper of story (though I hope to be!), I find myself retreating into metaphor and vagaries of verse to speak my mind. Perhaps it is when I am most vulnerable, that I begin to mold the wall of stones and stories around me.
Yet all I really have to do is shut the damn pc off.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
I couldn’t resist a visit to Edgar and I. Happy for the reunion and please don’t turn the pc off. :o)
Thanks, I won’t shut it off, but I’m having a hard time writing lately so I’m not as prolific in the past couple weeks. Things will hopefully be better soon, and I can get back to writing and reading weblogs and books and good things.