tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771986852817302610.post7182143284508293958..comments2023-09-05T05:36:02.930-06:00Comments on .: I think I hope I thinkYsabeau Wilcehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01684128551495819812noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771986852817302610.post-23323193542065185142007-04-24T15:23:00.000-06:002007-04-24T15:23:00.000-06:00Thanks! That's encouraging!Thanks! That's encouraging!Ysabeau Wilcehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01684128551495819812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771986852817302610.post-26391379243943197392007-04-24T15:13:00.000-06:002007-04-24T15:13:00.000-06:00Until that left hook comes out of nowhere . . .Until that left hook comes out of nowhere . . .Paul Witcoverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12471607385211158481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771986852817302610.post-80842544476399929182007-04-24T14:26:00.000-06:002007-04-24T14:26:00.000-06:00And oh the joy you feel when you think you might b...And oh the joy you feel when you think you might be winning!Ysabeau Wilcehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01684128551495819812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8771986852817302610.post-2090294804923549692007-04-24T12:29:00.000-06:002007-04-24T12:29:00.000-06:00As anyone who knows me will attest, I am no pugili...As anyone who knows me will attest, I am no pugilist. However, I often think about writing in that way. In one corner, me. In the other, my idea: the perfect book or story, as I've conceived it. The bell rings; blows are exchanged; the blank page of the canvas is bestrewn with blood (i.e., words), and at the end, only one of us walks away . . .Paul Witcoverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12471607385211158481noreply@blogger.com