"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)
1.02.2007
Update
Snow is much like any change in life. When it first "happens," it pretty much stinks (unless you watch it from a distance--then, it is "pretty," or at least "interesting"). After the deluge, snow provides a needed challenge. It's fun, even.
Are you taunting me? It's only fun for you because while Sport is marginally sporty, she does not aim a snowball very well, while running from one aimed at her...
Are you taunting me? It's only fun for you because while Sport is marginally sporty, she does not aim a snowball very well, while running from one aimed at her...
ReplyDeleteI dunno. You aimed plenty of "snow missiles" properly. After all, if they were so off target, how did I catch them and re-launch them so successfully?
ReplyDeleteMore taunting and you didn't even mention my grammar - thanks.
ReplyDeleteI. can. hardly. read.
ReplyDeleteBlinded. by. Sport's. bad. grammar....
(Never taunt the grammar police.)