On October 12, 1978, in my dorm room at the Alliance Française in Paris, I made a journal entry in a blank book my brother gave me as a graduation present. Fifteen-thousand-plus entries later, without missing a day, I have written more than six million words. That's the source material for these posts. Plus, other stuff I've read, experienced, laughed at, or made up. Care to join me on The Road 2 Elsewhere?
Road 2 Elsewhere, Excerpt #37*: Fortunate, Not Lucky
I had a drowsy morning in the Paris Metro. It was interesting to watch people on the way to work—an alien culture for me.
Their first thought when the world ends next week
R2E Excerpt #36: Dreaming Dickens
To sleep, perchance to write Victorian novels in your dreams. I actually did that during my lazy afternoons in Paris. What a freak, right?
Pass, Crow
We've got noisy new visitors in the backyard, and there's caws for concern.
Road 2 Elsewhere, Excerpt #35*: "License my roving hands, and let them go/Before, behind, between, above, below."
John Donne is one of the great things about being an English major.