I’m a sucker for old, frilly prose. The kind that are old but feel young. The kind that make you shiver when you reach the end…
While going over Frankenstein once more while finishing a final paper today, I couldn’t help but feel connected through my reading to something deeper and ancient, something which emanates like a sharp breath through the pages.
Could I ever have that effect in my own writing? Could I ever form breath with words?
I’ll just have to keep writing and living to find out.
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