Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
L'aura del campo 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ♣ Federico García Lorca ♣ L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I LV COMMENTS! On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: These pictures rotate. Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
As I wrote in a comment to Darleen: Words... number of words... Not as important as the writing process. I'm lyrical and cut words. I prefer short and bitter-sweet. Words drown the sweetness, hide the bitter. Short can be better. Think of a haiku and how just a few words can say what others try to say in novels. Remember Hemenway: For sale: Baby shoes. Never worn. In six words more is said than many a short story. So spend the time well. Write as much as you can. Edit later. But never despair over word count. It's the words that count, not how many. |