This is so timely. Many writers I know are running around without their heads on: posting, websiting, Instagraming, Tik Toking, FBing, ad nauseum. How do they have time to think, marinate, notice...?
Unknowingly, you have been freed! Liberated from the junk of it all.
Your writing is so gorgeous and will summon the publishing gods, simply because the world NEEDS your stories.
I, for one-of-many, am very happy to have multiple places to see and read your work. It is something I look forward to every day. It's exciting to hear you are working on a book and meanwhile keep taking us on walks.
melanie, the book is a compilation of the Bowery days stories. it's odd growing older (and older) and realizing that i/we have irreplaceable knowledge about a certain era that is disappearing faster than we can write it down. not that i am unique by any definition, but i do feel a certain obligation to preserve at least my own memories.
This is so timely. Many writers I know are running around without their heads on: posting, websiting, Instagraming, Tik Toking, FBing, ad nauseum. How do they have time to think, marinate, notice...?
Unknowingly, you have been freed! Liberated from the junk of it all.
Your writing is so gorgeous and will summon the publishing gods, simply because the world NEEDS your stories.
I feel it in my writing bones, old school.
I, for one-of-many, am very happy to have multiple places to see and read your work. It is something I look forward to every day. It's exciting to hear you are working on a book and meanwhile keep taking us on walks.
melanie, the book is a compilation of the Bowery days stories. it's odd growing older (and older) and realizing that i/we have irreplaceable knowledge about a certain era that is disappearing faster than we can write it down. not that i am unique by any definition, but i do feel a certain obligation to preserve at least my own memories.