portrait of a girl
A few posts ago, I reflected on how “deep rich writing” requires going deep, developing layers (kind of like composting, come to think of it), and that takes time. Which is true. Except I feel sometimes that I would love to write a book that is not at all deep, not particularly rich, just for fun, because it would amuse me. I wonder whether I could.
I’ll bet it’s harder to do than it looks.
Yup. I think I’m getting used to having these four-legged critters around.
1. Order a half bushel of tomatoes.
The team made it to the final. They’d lost to the other team in the first round.
Then their goalie got a nosebleed partway through and had to be subbed off until it had completely stopped. Yeah, that’s my kid. The coach says that his team loves to give him a heart attack. It seems to motivate them.
Not to worry! She’s back.
“Mom, I heard the trophies are HUGE!”
Well, you get take one home. Somehow you kept the ball out of the net during those last panicked moments. You won!
Why is winning so sweet? But it is.
So it lasted about three minutes. Still, it was sweet.