Blind Eyes Closed

----The time is now. ----"Sometimes someone says something really small and it just fits into this empty place in your heart."

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If you could look like anything...anything at all....what would you look like? I'd be the wind. ...........It's easy to be someone's friend when all you need is someone to console you. It's much harder to be there for them when they're happy all the time. .............Even when I say nothing, it's a beautiful use of negative space.

Blind Eyes Closed

Friday, July 18, 2003

I just finished reading Pieces, a collection of short stories with a forward by my favorite author, Stephen Chbosky. He wrote an introduction, and there were a couple paragraphs that did nothing more than make me fall in love with his writing again:

So, when Greer Kessel Hendricks, who is my editor and dear friend, asked me to write an introduction to this collection, all I could think about were the fifteen young authors whose stories appear in this book walking into their local bookstores with their friends and families and saying:
"There it is."
Then, I thought about the possibility for them. And for you. ANd I congratulate all persons involved. Because whether you picked up this book because you love short stories, are interested in young authors, thought the cover looked good, or want to hate it, you have it. It's in your hands right now. And there is a possibility that somewhere in these pages, you may discover something special. Something honest. Well-crafted. Messy.

It says he's working on a new "project". I really hope it's a novel and not a screenplay...as much as I would like to see his films, I'd rather read his thoughts.

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