Thomas Hardy (ptui!) wrote novels before publishing his poetry, which was what he'd wanted to do all along.
Certainly an argument for going straight to what you want to do and passing on that ugly Jude the Obscure phase.
It's because you didn't have a strong father figure isn't it?
Joyce ,'Chosen'
Literary Buffistas 3: Don't Parse the Blurb, Dear.
There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."
Ginger - Jun 07, 2006 8:24:56 am PDT #575 of 28197
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Strix - Jun 07, 2006 8:26:54 am PDT #576 of 28197
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Edna St. Vincent Millay wrote plays, too.
Tolkien was a respected philology prof who wrote children's books, essays, fantasy, translations and academic writings.
Hayden - Jun 07, 2006 8:27:40 am PDT #577 of 28197
aka "The artist formerly known as Corwood Industries."
I like Thomas Hardy's novels.
Strix - Jun 07, 2006 8:28:05 am PDT #578 of 28197
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
sicko
Amy - Jun 07, 2006 8:28:57 am PDT #579 of 28197
Because books.
I like them, too. Especially Tess.
Hayden - Jun 07, 2006 8:29:17 am PDT #580 of 28197
aka "The artist formerly known as Corwood Industries."
It's in the privacy of my own home!
DebetEsse - Jun 07, 2006 8:31:10 am PDT #581 of 28197
Woe to the fucking wicked.
C.S. Lewis surely counts.
JohnSweden - Jun 07, 2006 8:35:17 am PDT #582 of 28197
I can't even.
It's in the privacy of my own home!
Other sicko. No, no, still the first sicko. Don't think Homeland Security isn't watching, bub.
Dana - Jun 07, 2006 8:36:24 am PDT #583 of 28197
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
Hardy-loving freaks.
ChiKat - Jun 07, 2006 8:42:15 am PDT #584 of 28197
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Joyce Carol Oates?