Reflections of a working writer and reader
The process of writing has something infinite about it. Even though it is interrupted each night, it is one single notation.
john baker, September 27th, 2007. One comment. Filed under writing.
The view over Sun Valley from Ernest Hemingway’s house in Ketchum, Idaho. This is the house in which the writer ended his life in 1961.
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