Oh, for writing out loud!
Nothing awakens the heart or stops it cold more than dirtying pages. To me, writing is much like gardening. Carrying my tools out, I turn to a place looking as though it needs a bit of tending to. I have a sit. Before long, using a word dragnet, I’ve raked in and set up a few pages, and weeded through verbosity.
I heard KR will be writing an autobiography. Good thing. I hope it’s full of lies. He’s one of my heroes.
116 Having just spied Keith Richards on the cover of the Rolling Stone, I ran back to the studio to ask who would go get it for me. The Lonnie-man joked,
“It’s just like porn, after the first time you buy, it’s no big deal.”
A kind soul left and came back with the tabloid. I ran into the oval office showing off the cover image.
Seeing it made Lonnie grimace, “Jayne, I just had lunch!”
...the river is flowing, rolling and flowing. the river is flowing, down to the sea...