the fiction and poetry of sarah hina
I smiled at seeing this, then felt sad for its cutting, then reasoned that I should not interfere in the process, then realized that it's Sarah Hina and whatever takes its place will be beautiful and amazing, and then decided to say nothing.Except this. :)
Jennifer, and I'm very glad you said it. As you well know, by this time next week, this section could be back in the novel and Anna could play the bassoon. :)
I believe absolutely that this is the way the world works. Very well written.
If a barking dog scaring a bird shitless causes all of this calamity then my neighborhood would be void of humanity...that's not to say it isn't but the dog that barked and the bird that crapped on the cabs windshield have been gone for a long time now. This did flow smoothly as all of your writing does Sarah and like Charles I agree it is the consequences of the random that decides fates.
Charles, thanks for that. We have to make our meaning in the random, I guess. Mark, it's probably the people who are crapping on the poor birds (and everything else), more than the other way around. Thank you for the kind words here.
This is a fascinating progression. (And of course your writing is always melodic.) I can't say whether or not it should stay or go, of course, but I love how you build a story out of a small thing. It could make a great stand-alone piece.
I loved this, Sarah! Such a (guilty) pleasure to see the ramifications of this path - one of many, perhaps, in parallel universes...:-)Anyway, good things might come out of a never-ending novel and, as Wendy said, this is a great stand-alone piece. Thank you for sharing it here.
Wendy, I appreciate that. It should probably go, but I like having the chance to post it here. Thanks for reading.Vesper, I love the idea of a multiverse! Just think of the possibilities...Thanks for stopping by. :)
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