Those recruited were often told they had been chosen to form a parachute unit. This was only half a lie. Indeed, the secrecy of the mission was so vital that the windows of the trains were blacked out so they didn’t know where they were going until they got there. They were, however, parachuting within 48 hours of arriving at the fort.
I’ve been writing since the 3rd Grade, so I would hope that I’ve learned my craft/discipline. What I don’t appreciate is when people or other people claim to be “the best.” Especially in writing.
What I call the curse of a writer, is really the weight of that metaphorical albatross, that psychological burden that feels like a curse.
Aaron Lewis appeals to the lonely and broken like a train whistle to a rambler and whiskey to the drunkard. His voice – a deep, raspy character brought on by years of tobacco and alcohol – adds an element to the music he sings that soothes the restless soul.
The Muse of Writer’s is a three-year-old picking up their toys. Very slow and unwillingly to get anything done by your deadline.