A blog in honor of Ernest Hemingway's continual search for the perfect sentence. I'll be writing one sentence a day in the pursuit of the one true sentence—the line that conveys an entire story within itself, without flourishes or sentimentality.
Saturday, April 30, 2016
Attempting to grab hold of the bits of memories floating through her mind Alice realized she couldn't remember where they had come from or if they were even real.
The corpulent old gentleman liked to imagine himself sitting atop a massive pile of his cash like Scrooge McDuck, but knew it would remain a dream since all his wealth was little more than binary code bouncing from the bank to Wall Street and back.
Sometimes she would stare out from between the bars seeing not the gawking humans before her but the wild plains of her homeland, only to be returned to reality by the harsh cry from one of the smaller of her captors.
I'm an artist and writer. My first book, "Gilded Age Murder & Mayhem in the Berkshires," came out in October 2015. My second book, "Hudson Valley Murder & Mayhem" will be out June 26, 2017. I'm the co-founder of Fellow Well Met, an online shop specializing in vintage, handcrafted & fine men’s accessories, which launched in April 2016. Andrew Amelinckx