Sometimes, while reading, I come across a line so beautiful, so well-crafted, that I wish I could put the words on the floor and roll on them like a dog to get their scent all over me and in some small way impart a bit of their magic to my own writing. Such a line is this:
“She was a whiskey-soaked stretch of indestructible leather…” (from “Orcadia” by Timothy Irish Watt, appearing in the Spring & Summer 2009 issue of Alaska Quarterly Review.)
Entreat the gods and goddesses of writing (Nisaba and Nabu of Mesopotamia; Sehat and Thoth of Egypt; Fuxi, Wenchang and Cangjie of China; the Hindu Saravati and Greek Hermes; Norse Odin; and Ogma and Ogmios of Ireland) to bless you with such words. THAT is what we strive for!