"Delay is natural to a writer. He is like a surfer—he bides his time. Waits for the perfect wave on which to ride in. He waits for the surge (of emotion? of strength? of courage?) that will carry him along." (E.B. White, The Paris Review Interviews, 1969)
10.28.2006
Surfing the Red River
Lance humorously asked why I was not getting surf lessons in Fargo. I replied that you simply can't surf the Red River. Turns out I was wrong.
1 comment:
I am NOT surfing in that freezing river, no matter how cool it would be.
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