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And I've even been writing again. Words flow out of me like rain now. I've sent a few books to publishers and I'm eagerly awaiting responses. Mabel is near tears I'll leave the shop. I promise her I'll visit. I owe a lot of this to her.
I don't know how I found my happiness. Maybe it was Dr. Lange. Maybe it was feng shui. Maybe it was even Barry Manilow!
Or maybe it was just me.
- COMMENTS
NaiaTinkAbellaover 3 years agoGot a little clumsy at the scene where he's asking if he's in the friend zone. I would have expected him to kiss her passionately while they were drinking and then she's speechless and he runs away and she has to run after him or goes to see him the next day.
James7594about 5 years ago"... got on my laptop... " But the laptop was 'hopelessly broken' ! I know it is a minor comment but it still bothers me!
The main story though flowed very smoothly and I loved the way it worked out! The characters were well fleshed out and the pace was good.
But the ending was very rushed and incoherent! It looked forced and in many ways spoiled a well developing attachment to the story! I hope you work on it and ensure that the endings are a bit more fleshed out or at the very least, written at a good pace!
J. Jamie Dupane
green117over 5 years agoI know nothing about - but visiting with friends over the years I get the floating in dreamtime feel of trying to have a heart there.
I do know the poem - and I went down to get my copy of "The Ink Dark Moon" and was going to spend the time to find the poem, and found that someone I lent the book to had left a sheet of lower back exercises (!... and they in their 80's) at exactly that place... page 43, if you care, and facing Why Haven't I/thought of it before?/This body,/remembering yours,/is the keepsake you left.
A gift from a crazy, ex girlfriend... she was a poet (of course) and a printer, and showed me the virtue of poems pressed into paper and filled with ink, as verses words slid onto paper like sleight of hand...
We, of course, didn't make it, but I did get to take her to May Ball, which isn't in May...
The back story of the author(s) is sad... and the translation (Jane Hirschfield) is more of a rewriting than a translation (necessary when the source is so far from English), and the poems themselves are arranged in a bit of a journey, a bit of the travel of the seasons of things... if memory serves.
Strongly recommended
Green-something
KarensClit1990over 6 years agoGreat story plus you had me laughing out loud with your humour mixed in there.
Some of the phrases were riotous 😂
This is the first story I’ve read of yours. I plan to read more of them.
Thank you for your love tale
Anonymousalmost 7 years agoIsn't it funny that some of the sexiest stories gain their poignancy by also being funny. Funny how that happens in real life--if you're lucky.
