Reflections of a working writer and reader
. . . it seemed that I had to be a writer as well as a reader. I bought a school notebook and tried to write - did write, pages that started off authoritatively and then went dry, so that I had to tear them out and twist them up in hard punishment and put them in the garbage can. I did this over and over again until I had only the notebook cover left. Then I bought another notebook and started the whole process once more. The same cycle - excitement and despair, excitement and despair. Alice Munro
i’m on a stationary train in the middle of a field en route to London to see Jessica Lange in The Glass Menagerie. We hit a flock of sheep, which were on the track and one of the diesel tanks was damaged and is leaking. Fingers crossed . . .
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The train hit a flock of sheep?
That sounds messy.
jb says: I’m not gonna describe it.
We were having a nice pleasant day wandering about when a great big metal monster came out of nowhere and ploughed into us. Some of us are sadly no more but at least we managed to injure the monster.
I’m sorry that you were delayed but even sorrier to hear about about the poor sheep.
Nice blog, by the way
jb says: Thank you, sir.