Comments on: Don’t Tell Me What It IS—Tell Me What It’s LIKE

By: dave mc

dave mc — Wed, 24 Jun 2009 01:38:55 +0000

Saturday morning I woke early, as is my habit, lured by the promise of a day free of pressing commitment. I woke with the knowledge that we had no coffee in the house, so my first task was to hop on my fine silver bike and pedal through our quiet urban neighborhood to buy dark roasted beans for my wife who would wake within the hour, a singular thought in her mind: “Where’s the coffee?” Night had left the air refreshed and cool, rinsed of heat and moisture, and the morning breeze softened it even more. The hour meant the streets were empty, giving me license to ride down their center, ignoring the stop signs. The birds provided the only noise. A house wren called as I left my yard, a tiny bird with a chattering magnificent call, and two blocks later another wren sang, a competitor, declaring that I had entered a new territory. As I locked my bike in front of the store, an old friend walked across the street, destined for the same store, though he had walked some distance to get there. He obviously liked mornings, too.

I had a great weekend, and I am excited I discovered your website. Looking to be more awesome.

By: denniscass

denniscass — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 20:48:27 +0000

@mapelba: I was thinking about the prose inside the manuscript, but I like this mentality for pitches as well.

@angiebee: Thanks for the Wodehouse! Love it. That little phrase “must have done” let’s you get away with ANYTHING.

By: angiebee

angiebee — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 13:32:25 +0000

From the master of metaphor, P.G. Wodehouse:

“For an instance Wilfred Allsop’s face lit up, as that of the poet Shelley whom he so closely resembled must have done when realised that ‘blithe spirit’ rhymes with ‘near it,’ not that it does, and another ode as good as off the assembly line. “

By: mapelba

mapelba — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 02:56:14 +0000

It is like Twin Peaks moved to central Florida and picked up a fairy tale on the way.