12 June, 2012


I read a book recently, The Paris Wife, essentially historical fiction and slightly embellished about life with Ernest Hemingway from the perspective of his first wife, Hadley.  While I was reading it, I came across two references to one of his own books, A Moveable Feast, which I'm reading right now.  He talks about one particular time while in France -- he'd run into a brick wall, unable to write.  A writer's block if you will.  Then finally, he decided that he would just start with one truth, one true sentence.  I like this idea of taking one true idea and running with it.  I'm going to write something in this blog everyday...and I'm going to start it with one true sentence.

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