I am in here.
I have not been writing just because I was jet-lagged, but because, since our day tour of Bruges, Belgium. Now I have to say that Bruges is a wonderful little town that could benefit from some sunshine and lack of rain. However, I froze half to death. If we had not ducked into a souvenir … Continue reading Yet more returns
No matter how much I try to lose myself in my writing, it never turns out to be possible. Has anyone else noticed that? I’m not talking about writer’s block. I don’t have that. I mean, writing what’s not an escape: either I do that, or I write mediocre stuff. Good mediocre stuff, but still, … Continue reading What I keep coming back to
Times are bad. Children no longer obey their parents, and everyone is writing a book. — Marcus Tullius Cicero Substitute damn every time you’re inclined to write very; your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be. — Mark Twain Poets don’t draw. They unravel their handwriting and then … Continue reading qotd(s)
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