HUMOR
Are You A Hemingway Or A Dickinson?
And what’s even more important
One of my core beliefs is fang shaped. It was stabbed deep into my foundations. It was stabbed in by Hemingway.
This belief sees the mind as a meatgrinder. When you pack the hopper with thrilling, gritty experiences, you’ll crank out thrilling writing that fills readers with useful grit. It has no choice.
This is why I’m occasionally interested in adding a baby to the family team. My gut says a big, gritty baby in my writing hopper would crank out a savory pile of fame.
ME: So…what do you say?
MINDY: No thank you.
ME: You haven’t heard me out!
MINDY: I’m not making your fame baby.
ME: But I’ll love it.
MINDY: You’ll have to do better than that.
ME: Better than love? Not even God can do that. (leans in to whisper) Honey, God is love.
MINDY: What’d I say about whispering?
ME: It’s the dialect of perverts.
