Thursday, October 21, 2010


Delay is natural to a writer. He is like a surfer — he bides his time, waits for the perfect wave on which to ride in. Delay is instinctive for him. He waits for the surge (of emotion? of strength? of courage?) that will carry him along. I have no warm-up exercises, other than to take an occasional drink.
                                                                                            EB White

The word 'occasional' looms so large in that paragraph...

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