“Take these broken wings and learn to fly…”
I have a new friend. Behind him is a passage about Ernest Hemingway’s book On Writing. Here's what it says...
“Throughout Hemingway’s career as a writer, he maintained that it was bad luck to talk about writing - that it takes off ‘whatever butterflies have on their wings and the arrangement of hawk’s feathers if you show it or talk about it.’”
And yet in his book, Hemingway reveals gems on the subject, fairy dust, to help aspiring writers like me trying to take flight with our words and broken wings. My feathered friend here drove that point home just now, leaving his mark, so to speak. Yes. He pooped on my desk. Interestingly he keeps coming back.
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