Driving
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Driving the cold roads alone, hunting for photos. Bruce Springsteen songs pounding against the roof of my car, Anna's red gloves on, the sun dying too fast and chimneys smoking. I have 20 pages of a novel to write. Tomorrow I return to my shell.
5 comments:
20 pages is quite a few. All today?
Hope your drive was fruitful!
We so could be sisters.
PJ — my days are often 20 hours long. Still, I was overly ambitious.
SHerry — sounds good to me!
Go, Beth!
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin out over the line...
XO
A.
I can imagine this. I can breathe it, see it.
Blown away by the imagery. It's so vivid.
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