“The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.” –Emily Dickinson
(the unfamiliar, rare, strange but marvelous)
These nooks will be a breed of their own, a specialty for the most discerning of authorian tastes.
Certain genres, particular styles, discriminating literary forms linger and twiddle their diaphanous thumbs in these spots like restless ghosts. Only a writer may find them. Only a writer’s words may free them.
Poppycock, you claim?
Twaddle, tripe, or tommyrot, you chortle?
Take a peek at these nooks and tell me your dramatist heart doesn’t flutter in the least.
Come on. I dare you.
Unlike the Writing Nooks, The Selcouth will be brief glances at holiday rentals, bed and breakfasts, or little inns which call to my poetic heart. Why each destination made into The Selcouth will be explained, of course, but often the reason will need few words.
Ready for your first peek?
Find me here tomorrow then…