Quarantine Project Day 26
Here's another Greater Crested Writing Twit for you. See if you can guess the author:
"As for my next book, I am going to hold myself from writing it till I have it impending in me: grown heavy in my mind like a ripe pear; pendant, gravid, asking to be cut or it will fall."
Heavens, they love that word gravid, don't they? To misquote Herman Goring, "When I hear the word gravid I reach for my revolver."
That sort of stuff knocks the poetry out of everything, Faced with that, what can I say about Day 26? I wrote some words. Were they any good? What a question. I could stare at that question all day, shuttling between elation and despair. So I'm not even going to ask.
2006 pendant, gravid words. Ripe pears. Virginia Woolf, you are such a sap.
(For previous blogs in the Quarantine Project click on "achives")
