"I thought of this while I drank some water, and then of other things which it suggested to me. As well as the private wash-day, tomorrow was inevitably going to be the time for holding a little private levee for guilt and anxiety and the rest of the old bunch. It wasn't so much doing what you wanted to do that was important, I ruminated, as wanting to do what you did. What about writing that down?"
-Kingsley Amis, That Uncertain Feeling
Posted by mesh at February 27, 2007 11:09 PM | TrackBackHello, Newspaper Man...
Maybe you don't remember me? I wrote poems to your dormroom plant (R.I.P.) and went through a terrifying ugly duckling stage smack in the middle of "my best years." Last name was Downs.
I'm a writer, too, hey! But I'm a schlep. I have really enjoyed your reviews from your new gig in Portland. I was there not too long ago. Oh, the rain.
Email me, sir. I'd love to hear from you.
Posted by: Andrea at February 28, 2007 02:52 PM