... suddenly he stood by the edge of a full-fed river. Never in his life had he seen a river before– this sleek, sinuous, full-bodied animal, chasing and chuckling, gripping things with a gurgle and leaving them with a laugh, to fling itself on fresh playmates that shook themselves free, and were caught and held …
Continue reading The Wind and the Willows, by Kenneth Grahame
I don't know how many times I have read/listened to Emma. I am sure that it is more than all the rest of Austen's novels put together, and that is not because I haven't read and re-read the others multiples times, it is simply because much as I might love and/or admire them, Emma remains the …
The novel finished on my 13th birthday evolved with me throughout my teens. I would edit it furiously for months on end, be positive that I was finished with it, stuff it away for months or a year, and then get it out and start working on it again. I wrote other things: journals, essays …
Once upon a time I was twelve years old and I started writing a novel. This wasn't the first time. I was ambitious from age six, and I had notebooks stuffed full of my literary attempts– attempts that usually fizzled out after a chapter, or even after I'd made a detailed list of the characters, …
Meredith Lynn McCaskey 