“I love above all the sight of vegetation resting upon old ruins; this embrace of nature, coming swiftly to bury the work of man the moment his hand is no longer there to defend it, fills me with deep and ample joy.”
— Gustave Flaubert
Doesn’t that remind you of a near-constant theme on this blog? See especially the old posts “The Essence of Pittsburgh” and “June.”
Also, I received a wonderful letter out of the blue that made my day. With names removed, it said:
“Hello!
I’m writing to thank you. Your book Dragonfly and Stephen King’s Langoliers are what got me into creative writing ten years ago. I am thrilled to inform you that I have been accepted to the Graduate Program in Creative Writing at [Name] University!
Thank you for helping me to get to where I am.
[Signature]”
We cannot imagine what impact our work is having, sometimes in far-off places, and on people we’ve never met. All glory to God! Once in a great while, we hear about instances, and those are precious gifts.
Writing is going well! I guess Stephen King and I better keep at it! Between us, we’ve got a few fans out there. Heh, heh.