I just finished reading your recollection of the experience, and you have radiated sensations of a place, and the presence of people, and the hardships you and they are experiencing, in such a potent way that the memory of it remains, and I will return to experience anew how you expressed the world and your thoughts. God Bless, Daniel.
I love this!...And, as God is my witness, I recently had an experience in a waiting room at an eye doctor with my eyes dilated, put in a room with another woman in the same situation, and it's been nagging at me to write about it (which I've been too lazy to do)...Your article is far better than the one I've had in my head...I guess what we hear when our eyes aren't working quite right impacts us more...Excellent story!
You, my old-time friend, are a born writer and missed your calling.
But it's never too late. Keep on writing because the time maybe nigh when the boss folds his tent, or gets the final call. So you just be ready to pick up the proverbial pen and start writing that elusive great American novel.
That's why it is such good writing. It is how Hemingway wrote. Hemingway didn't believe in adjectives or adverbs. Short, clear sentences in simple English is how he wrote. "Sweat pants and a T-shirt" is enough. Some authors would write, "Baggy sweat pants with a Dallas Cowboy's logo. A T-shirt with an advertisement for Jimmy's Barbecue in Klute."
The reader doesn't need all that. The point was his gentlemanly way, even while wearing old man clothes near the end of the road.
I didn't know you were writing your musings here within the great State of Texas. You win. I support most things close to my corozon. When I subscribed to your writings previously, it had that putrid stank of the DC region. Perhaps I was mistaken. Whatever the case, I welcome your observations.
I just finished reading your recollection of the experience, and you have radiated sensations of a place, and the presence of people, and the hardships you and they are experiencing, in such a potent way that the memory of it remains, and I will return to experience anew how you expressed the world and your thoughts. God Bless, Daniel.
Thank you for reading this.
I love this!...And, as God is my witness, I recently had an experience in a waiting room at an eye doctor with my eyes dilated, put in a room with another woman in the same situation, and it's been nagging at me to write about it (which I've been too lazy to do)...Your article is far better than the one I've had in my head...I guess what we hear when our eyes aren't working quite right impacts us more...Excellent story!
You, my old-time friend, are a born writer and missed your calling.
But it's never too late. Keep on writing because the time maybe nigh when the boss folds his tent, or gets the final call. So you just be ready to pick up the proverbial pen and start writing that elusive great American novel.
Great story, Daniel. Your best so far. Thank you.
I'm not sure I could carry off the gentleman's angle in sweat pants and a T-shirt, but that was my favorite part of the story.
All unbelievably Hemmingway-esque. No adornment. Just stark reality.
That's why it is such good writing. It is how Hemingway wrote. Hemingway didn't believe in adjectives or adverbs. Short, clear sentences in simple English is how he wrote. "Sweat pants and a T-shirt" is enough. Some authors would write, "Baggy sweat pants with a Dallas Cowboy's logo. A T-shirt with an advertisement for Jimmy's Barbecue in Klute."
The reader doesn't need all that. The point was his gentlemanly way, even while wearing old man clothes near the end of the road.
I didn't know you were writing your musings here within the great State of Texas. You win. I support most things close to my corozon. When I subscribed to your writings previously, it had that putrid stank of the DC region. Perhaps I was mistaken. Whatever the case, I welcome your observations.