Dearest Novel,
Remember that day we first came together—the rush
of emotions and first blush of deep recognition? The way your bashful, first blank
page called to me? We had such plans, you and I, hopes and dreams. The...
For the past year, I’ve been reading lots of short stories.
I outlined some of the collections in a previous post here, and three made my
Best of 2013 list here. I just finished two more: Dear Life by Alice Munro,...
"As soon as we express something, we devalue it strangely. We believe ourselves to have dived down into the depths of the abyss, and when we once again reach the surface, the drops of water on our pale fingertips no longer resemble the ocean from which they came...Nevertheless, the treasure shimmers in the darkness unchanged." ---Franz Kafka
