D. A. Hosek

Category: writing

  • Writerly resolutions, April Status

    The novel feels like it’s going better, although the numbers reveal I wrote just 2,273 words, which is more than last month, but less than I would have liked. Short story statuses: nothing new put into submissions but I’m beginning to get some minor traction with the new stories and revising the long story.

  • Beautiful Sentences: Joy Williams

    Little children were too innocent to provide salvation. Indeed, little children were always leading their elders right into the teeth of death. Joy Williams, The Changeling.

  • Beautiful Sentences: Fernando Pessoa

    There is no work of art that could not have been more perfect. Read line by line, no poem, however great, has no single line that could not be improved upon, no episode that could not be more intense, and the whole is never so perfect that it could not be even more perfect. Fernando…

  • Beautiful Sentences: Joy Williams

    They had provided her with substitutions and she had lived safely in the brightness of false things. Joy Williams, The Changeling.

  • Beautiful Sentences: Fernando Pessoa

    We know that the book we will never write will be bad. Even worse will be the one we put off writing. At least the book that has been written exists. It may not be very good, but it exist, like the miserable little plant in the lone flowerpot belonging to my crippled neighbor. Fernando…

  • Writerly resolutions, March Status

    I continue to not progress well with my writing. 2019 is looking like it’s going to be a difficult year. Just 1,369 words on the novel which represents me slowing down even more than I had previously. Short story statuses: I’ve not yet come back to the long story, nor have I made much progress…

  • Beautiful Sentences: Joy Williams

    Pearl’s life … avoided meaning as the bird does the snare. Joy Williams, The Changeling.

  • Beautiful Sentences: Fernando Pessoa

    Everything was sleeping as if the universe were simply a mistake, and the hesitant wind was a limp, unfurled flag on top of a nonexistent building. Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet.

  • Beautiful Sentences: Sara Nović

    I woke in the cobalt part of the dawn. Sara Nović, Girl at War.