I’ve been spending the week reminding myself that writing books is different from writing shorter pieces.
You have to spend a long time feeling like you’re down in the galley pulling, pulling, pulling on a set of oars before you start to feel like you’re finally up on deck, lightly adjusting a rudder with one hand.
I did a search of my Flickr stream for photos with the tag “boats” but it didn’t turn up anything that really fit with this post. So here’s a photo I shot the other day in the Boston Public Library. It’s kind of pretty, and it’ll help to dress up what is otherwise a short and bland blog post.
Though…hmm. I bet that Louis St. Gaudens had to keep hammering at that thing for weeks and months before it started to look like a lion. I should probably keep that in mind.