Literary Pollination (at last)
Sunday, July 19, 2009
I was on word 27,503 of the new novel. I was sitting outside and the breeze was fingering back the pages of my torn-from, sat-on, crumpled-into, water-marked Staples pad, and the Casablanca lilies were in full odoriferous bloom.
I had a novel problem I hadn't been able to solve. I was wondering if I could.
That was yesterday.
