Sometimes, I’m at a loss for words when my kind readers reach out to me. Whether in public comments, private messages, or through liking and reblogging, it means the world to me.
That said, a human being – a real living, breathing person – messaged me, quite politely on Tumblr, to say of Unhitched (ch 27):
At times I am reminded of
Beckt’sWaiting for Godot where seemingly nothing happens but there’s an undercurrent of meaning. Chapt 27 was all poetry I believe. And well done too.
As I am one to consume any and all things and use them in my writing, I present a link to the two-hour play which is as hilarious as it is existential.
There is nothing left to say about this except everyone should watch it. It’s as Nietzsche-
To find out that I reminded someone of such a famous and glorious piece of work is truly an honor.