Friday, October 13, 2006
Holden, Scout, Kilgore or Klingon...
One could only wish to pull off a brilliant Harper Lee or J.D. Salinger reclusive entrance/exit. Journalism and writing small articles or books of short stories never cuts it, either. That's like passing gas against an enormous waft of expectant King Kong stink.
Somebody told me the other day that Van Gogh only cut off part of his ear.
I'd like to be known for writing an earlobe's worth of something lasting.
And something that doesn't stink...too bad.