Thursday, December 3, 2009

What Writers Do

They take special trips to Myer with their son. They encounter the primal joy of a whole room of Lego. They eat in a food court. They endure Connex (vale). They make Lego instead of reading Leonard Woolf's memoirs. And they feel rejuvenated, while mildly concerned for the mechanic on the road.

3 comments:

Truculent Sheep said...

What this writer does is have conversations or even arguments with his and other people's characters while other passengers on the train stare at me uncomfortably.

Rachel Fenton said...

Steal other people's lives, act on paper, read minds, feel, see, hurt to the limits of their senses and know fear beyond self...

Dratski! said...

Leonard Woolf, Virginia's husband? That is an esoteric read. Ages ago, I read his memoir of his time in Sri Lanka and can still remember the overwhelming sense of being SUFFOCATED by jungle that he evoked.
This writer puts up her juvenelia on her blog and wonders when(and why) the censor arrived at her door to tell her to stop.