Shakespeare In Love... Such Smart Writing Of

One Of My Favorite Poets, Neruda, Writes Close To The Bone. Though I Know Only A Little Spanish, I Like To Compare The Spanish And English Lines And See How The Translator Worked.

In Egypt, I Loved The Perfume Of The Lotus. A Flower Would Bloom In The Pool At Dawn, Filling The Entire Garden With A Blue Musk So Powerful It Seemed That Even The Fish And Ducks Would Swoon. By Night, The Flower Might Wither But The Perfume Lasted. Fainter And Fainter, But Never Quite Gone. Even Many Days Later, The Lotus Remained In The Garden. Months Would Pass And A Bee Would Alight Near The Spot Where The Lotus Had Blossomed, And Its Essence Was Released Again, Momentary But Undeniable.

There's Nothing Quite Like A Real . . . Train Conductor To Add Color To A Quotidian Commute

He Was Golden And Beautiful As A Sunset.

I Tell Writers To Keep Reading, Reading, Reading. Read Widely And Deeply. And I Tell Them Not To Give Up Even After Getting Rejection Letters. And Only Write What You Love.