“ The beach was empty and dark but she couldn't hear her fear over the call of the surf. ”
Write,' she said, 'as if you'll never be read. That way you'll be sure to tell the truth.
~ Lori Lansens
If heaven is tolerant and writers are allowed (bunch of liars though they are), I wonder if they gather for coffee to ponder the prose they should have written instead.
Art isn't a product. It's an experience
My father used to say there are two kinds of people: the noticers and the noticed
