Had a reader write to me about one of the lines in my novel -- that 'nobody goes there anymore, it's too crowded.' I paraphrased that famous line from baseball great Yogi Berra, or so I thought. The reader claimed it's paraphrased from Jack Warner, old time head of Warner Bros. Studio. Even so, he liked my use of it It didn't matter whether he was right, or I was about the original attribute, (though I was impressed by his close reading!), only that the email writer went on to to say that he liked my writing... direct, edgy, sassy.
I don't know who this person is -- just a voice from the vastness of literary cyberspace-- but, today of all days, I was grateful for it. It was one of those days -- I'm sure everyone has one, when nothing was right. My head ached with the beginning of a cold. The computer screen was too bright, the lights were brighter. I turned off all, and something buzzed. I couldn't think. All was futile. Resistance to the futility was futile, to paraphrase one of my favorite shows. I couldn't write a line. I didn't want to. I was sure I was done with words, or they, done with me. I drank too much tea. If I was another kind of writer, tougher, Hemingway, I would have drunk something tougher. But I'm not that tough, and I gulped down mugs of black tea. Then the email out of cyber space about malaprop, (what a great word --snaps off one's tongue: malaprop), and I thought that I could, at least, write him back, and I found the words, or they me, and I realized: It's not over until it's over.
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