Reflections of a working writer and reader
Now in every writing class you find people who care nothing about writing, because they think they are already writers by virtue of some experience they've had. It is a fact that if, either by nature or training, these people can learn to write badly enough, they can make a great deal of money, and in a way it seems a shame to deny them this opportunity; but then, unless the college is a trade school, it still has its responsibility to truth, and I believe myself that these people should be stifled with all deliberate speed. Flannery O'Connor
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.