Thursday, May 24, 2007

Wishing upon a star and a flying cave

Here is an essay on writing, Erin-style. And if you are in Cleveland this weekend, don't miss this.

Despite my absence in the comment section, I am here, loving all your notes. They keep me going.


Larry said...

Two good things happened this week: This essay (and I don't mean to be kissy, kissy....I mean it) and I started reading Donald Hall's, "Eagle Pond".

The Missus is dragging me off to Pittsbugh, or I would be on the bridge, camera in hand!

I am going to be doing something regarding the Immagration Nazi's recent activities in Lake County. The Free Times might look into THAT!


CheekierMeSly said...

Lurve, lurve, LURVE! your line about wishing. Ain't dat da truf!

Toby said...

I love it was written in real time.

It also inspires me to make a mashup of when Roy was sitting at the RR-tracks and one of the trunk monkey commercials.

jungle jane said...

I don't like caves. They usually stink of damp and bats. I far prefer jungles.

Darby M. Dixon III said...

I'm so hitting the bridge.