Words I write within this bedroom
End up there, upon your screen;
So, my growing sphere of madness
Is by each of you now seen –
All of us, our whimsy flattered,
Write whatever we may please:
Me? I hope to be a sort of
Modern Aristophanes
Words I write within this bedroom
End up there, upon your screen;
So, my growing sphere of madness
Is by each of you now seen –
All of us, our whimsy flattered,
Write whatever we may please:
Me? I hope to be a sort of
Modern Aristophanes
Yes! In fact, I think you’re channeling Aristophanes right now. 🙂
Best blogging compliment ever
Where does it all come from? You write so much, and so well.
Thank you, Elle, you’re very kind.
I know I write an unusual amount; apparently, that sometimes happens with epileptics, but I don’t know if it’s that or stress or what. I’m 53 years old and was kind of storing stuff up for years.
That, and I just can’t write prose.
You are amazing. Whatever the reason, I hope you never stop writing. With you, quality is not lost due to quantity.
How true, I write whatever I please and it’s not always a good thing!
It is too a good thing.