6 thoughts on “John Steinbeck On Writing

  1. Each day I stare through the window time frames, I not only see, but feel the angst of those others…they try to reach near the glass and pull us forward.
    In the end, armed with notes, they ride as co-pilots. Sure glad they don’t disappear.

    ‘The Painted Darkness’ will stay with me for years to come…Salinger would be jealous.

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