Sunday Sentence

NJIn which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”

When we got to Auburn, the two of us, I couldn’t understand how he rose so high, so free of his name and his looks, how he became a leader, while I was just some other guy from the joke state of New Jersey.

Source: Pamela Erens, The Virgins

Midweek Notes from a Practicing Writer

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Good News (Which Shall Remain Mysterious, for Now)

By far the best writing-related news I’ve heard this week has nothing to do with my own work. I am currently sworn to secrecy, but I promise that I will share this news and all of its happy sequelae as soon as I am able to do so. Let’s just say that I feel like raising a big virtual glass of champagne right now.

Seriously, as far as I’m concerned, this is the highlight of my week. Maybe my month. Maybe longer. (more…)

Sunday Sentence

f_mcdermott_someoneIn which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”

It was painful, the way my mother gripped my hand as we made our way through that forest of adults, all red knuckles, for me, and wedding bands and the hems of jackets, until the figures suddenly parted and there before the glass of the bay window was the gleaming box and Pegeen in its satin bed.

Source: Alice McDermott, Someone