“ Violent death erase[s] more than the semblance of life. ”
I don't want anyone to look to me, not for protection, not for happiness, not for love, not for anything.
~ P.d. James
Not so much two ships passing in the night as two ships sailing together for a time but always bound for different ports.
People were excited by violence. What, after all, was the sexual act but a voluntarily endured assault, a momentary death?
Learn to write by doing it. Read widely and wisely. Increase your word power. Find your own individual voice though practicing constantly. Go through the world with your eyes and ears open and learn to express that experience in words.
