freezing fog –
treetops fade into
a low gray sky
Quotable 474
We are a species that needs and wants to understand who we are. Sheep lice do not seem to share this longing, which is one reason why they write so little.
– Anne Lamott
haiku 592
dangerous wind chill –
woodpecker fills up
on suet
Quotable 473
Don’t classify me, read me. I’m a writer, not a genre.
– Carlos Fuentes
haiku 591
falling leaves –
campaign signs
bloom at curbside
Quotable 472
You don’t become a novelist to become a spinner of entertaining lies: you become a novelist so you can tell the truth.
– Hilary Mantel
haiku 590
autumn
seeing my grandmother’s face
on my mother
Quotable 471
Boredom is the enemy of story.
– Chuck Wendig
haiku 589
raccoon makes
another mess –
light rain