Friday, December 07, 2007


Tonight it is snowing. I spent a long time in the bath reading something that moved me, that made me want to move on to the next sentence, and then the next. The writing surprised me, excited me, fulfilled me. It had power. I thought, I want to write like that. This is how I want to write.

Outside it is so cold. We will get two inches, maybe three. Inside the fire is burning.


Anonymous said...

I want to write like that, too. What a lovely way to put it. And here, I've fallen twice in the driveway on the ice underneath the snow I was shoveling. Teagrapple

V said...

I`ve been reading Cormac McCarthy, Theresa..........I want to write like that. This is how I want to write.....

Of course, "Hurricanes" Made me feel that wat too!


PS Have you ever read his "Suttree"?

emmapeelDallas said...

I was just to going to say what V already said...Theresa, you DO write like that...





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