My master prepares
for nothing by sitting still—-
nothing original
about that. As his
cat I am his example.
Nothing in his face
gives him away—-he’s
that good. Yet something gives way.
He rises, goes to
his desk, and starts to
write. There’s no alternative
for me but to jump
up there, sit on the
still blank page. He loses it.
I maintain my cool.
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Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at tom.develyn@comcast.net. D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.
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