tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498913.post1330017503821934020..comments2023-09-24T07:03:54.781-04:00Comments on Write? I am: Excuses, excusesKeziah Fentonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07938311968836003221noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498913.post-1429627989327735522007-12-08T17:28:00.000-05:002007-12-08T17:28:00.000-05:00Selfishly, I must admit I enjoyed your misery--bec...Selfishly, I must admit I enjoyed your misery--because you recalled it so entertainingly.<BR/><BR/>And do wear the ugly coat. With a gorgeous shawl over it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498913.post-50519958680282382032007-12-05T09:43:00.000-05:002007-12-05T09:43:00.000-05:00It only takes a spark, Miss Keziah. :-) Keep walki...It only takes a spark, Miss Keziah. :-) Keep walking, but wear the ugly coat!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498913.post-77317716735022949162007-12-05T02:13:00.000-05:002007-12-05T02:13:00.000-05:00I remember in A Moveable Feast, Hemingway used to ...I remember in <I>A Moveable Feast</I>, Hemingway used to go for walks to try to forget how hungry he was (didn't want to get a "real" job, so he subsided on part-time journalism and went hungry a lot). Apparently, a lot of the characters in the stories he was writing at the time were very hungry and looking forward to some good food. <BR/><BR/>In a similar vein, why couldn't Alex and Nea have to deal with walking in the cold? That way even cold walks would serve a dual purpose :)The Merryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09660495393832517684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36498913.post-30484325015840110682007-12-05T02:11:00.000-05:002007-12-05T02:11:00.000-05:00Another deposit at the Sleep bank, another page of...Another deposit at the Sleep bank, another page of dialog... what were the excuses for, again? Seems to me like you are making progress in the forward direction, even if it's not as fast as you might wish.The Merryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09660495393832517684noreply@blogger.com