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BENNINGTON -- It's actually tough to write novelistically on a public forum such as this and especially when reality bends with deep imagination. It tends to confuse people and make them wonder, What the hell is he writing about?
One hundred and fifty years ago the writers were writing with ink-tipped wing-feather on pulp and no one -- NO ONE -- saw one of their works in progress.
150 years later, I don't mind if people follow me on Carbon Route 66 as I try to collect string for the story that has a few folks believing it's true, and others scratching their heads.
Maybe it adds a little mystery and intrigue, which can only be a good thing.
Maybe you'll wonder, Where's he going next?
One of the joys of reading The Old Man and the Sea comes in the form of the "great" DiMaggio, who becomes a part of Santiago's struggle, mentally and physically (emotionally and spiritually, too). Like when he wonders if DiMaggio could fight the marlin despite a bone spur in his foot.
Joe DiMaggio -- American hero -- appears in a sentimental little story about a weathered Cuban who goes fishing.
It's that marriage of deep imagination and real life and all of the possibilities in between that makes the experience special.
Well, for me it is. Because baseball. DiMaggio is real; maybe Santiago's fishing tale is too. It's a sexy way to engage and bend realities.
Don't ask me why I chose a certain Gotham City writer as a character for the story. I just did. Actually, I did say: because I liked something she wrote. That's the sole reason. Everything took flight from that seedling. Isn't that how writing works? Anyway, 10 years from now she might get a chuckle out of being immortalized in a book.
Just remember, those who hear not the music think the dancers crazy.
One hundred and fifty years ago the writers were writing with ink-tipped wing-feather on pulp and no one -- NO ONE -- saw one of their works in progress.
150 years later, I don't mind if people follow me on Carbon Route 66 as I try to collect string for the story that has a few folks believing it's true, and others scratching their heads.
Maybe it adds a little mystery and intrigue, which can only be a good thing.
Maybe you'll wonder, Where's he going next?
One of the joys of reading The Old Man and the Sea comes in the form of the "great" DiMaggio, who becomes a part of Santiago's struggle, mentally and physically (emotionally and spiritually, too). Like when he wonders if DiMaggio could fight the marlin despite a bone spur in his foot.
Joe DiMaggio -- American hero -- appears in a sentimental little story about a weathered Cuban who goes fishing.
It's that marriage of deep imagination and real life and all of the possibilities in between that makes the experience special.
Well, for me it is. Because baseball. DiMaggio is real; maybe Santiago's fishing tale is too. It's a sexy way to engage and bend realities.
Don't ask me why I chose a certain Gotham City writer as a character for the story. I just did. Actually, I did say: because I liked something she wrote. That's the sole reason. Everything took flight from that seedling. Isn't that how writing works? Anyway, 10 years from now she might get a chuckle out of being immortalized in a book.
Just remember, those who hear not the music think the dancers crazy.
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