With this blog, I will endeavor to post something that floored me, made me want to slit parts of my body, not for pleasure, and basically wish I never chose to be a writer. For avid readers, you will be able to judge the quality of writing by the excerpt I post and possibly read that book. I hope this will be useful.
First entry. Bleak House. Charles Dickens. Chapter 11. Our Dear Brother.
“While the ceremony is in progress, sensation is created by the entrance of a chubby little man in a large shirt collar, with a moist eye and an inflamed nose…”
Second Entry. New Yorker Article: Loggerheads. December 7, 2009. David Sedaris.
On Maui, one November, Hugh and I went swimming and turned to find a gigantic seaturtle coming up between us. As gentle as a cow she was, and with a cow’s dopey, almost lovesick expression on her face.
I should also quote Mike Myers “Not worthy.”