exhibit A i'm blogging this on wednesday, sept. 21. nothing really happened yesterday, ahaha. tuesdays are my busiest at work, and i just try to pay attention to my heavy routines, on top of whatever else my editors ask. so anyways.

i just read three great internet articles about one of my favorite writers, jamaica kincaid. i've only read "a small place," but i have "lucy" and "talk stories."

what i liked best about "a small place" is her vivid imagery - i saw the library she stole books from. i saw its groaning floorboards and its sideways lean. i saw its second floor left side sink a little much left while the right seemed fine. i saw a tree waiting beside the building. i saw the other islands that comprise antigua - a barren piece of rock and how treacherous for tourist surfers should the waves take them there. i saw the blue ocean sink into pipes that lead to high-end hotels that open into the faucets of every guestroom, occupied by tourists from the u.s., england, australia.

the photo in the cover of "talk stories" showed me a writer. my airhead brain went, "oh." the former staffer for the new yorker left because she didn't like management. but before complaining, she put in her work. that's just how you complete pieces. if you want to write, you seize your inhibitions and hunker down and just do it.  ¶ 9/20/2005 07:15:00 PM