You know when sometimes you read a sentence and it just makes you smile and you're glad there are people out there writing, because their doing so sustains you and makes you feel connected to them and everyone else and happy to be alive?
Just read this one, from one of my brother's novels (Melvin is the bass player in a jazz band):
"Next, Melvin. Black hat down over his eyes, lowdown like a sunset, all you could see was the smoke rising from a glow somewhere down in his dark horizon."
Monday, November 03, 2008
As evidenced by:
· Bruce and Barack on the same stage.
· My kids couldn’t be sweeter.
· Went on a ride Saturday with cyclists who were way stronger than me, got my ass whipped and had a blast. Thought, as I was riding, that doing such is much like writing – so much better to challenge yourself than to do what you already know you can do. Which leads me to…
· Hitting 70 pages in the hitman script – definitely made the right choice to go back and start from scratch on the second half. It’s going infinitely smoother now. Getting into some dark areas I hadn’t really considered before, but it’s feeling really good. I can see where it’s going and know how to get there. And I’m really enjoying writing it. Might take a couple days off, actually, to put in some sustained time.