Ahhh..now I remember. I was posting about SMores a few entries back. Fire. Jack London....That's the fellow. Drank himself to death...but not after laying a few gifts of childhood reading on us.
He wrote a short story, "To Build a Fire". It may be on Kindle now - or not but, hey!, I've got an idea.
Read it aloud to yourself..you know...your mind's voice. By the time you get to "A certain fear of death, dull and oppressive, came to him.." you should be in something of a zone.
Writers write. Great great great writers paint.
He wrote a short story, "To Build a Fire". It may be on Kindle now - or not but, hey!, I've got an idea.
Read it aloud to yourself..you know...your mind's voice. By the time you get to "A certain fear of death, dull and oppressive, came to him.." you should be in something of a zone.
Writers write. Great great great writers paint.