Jul 2
2 min read
Please, Stop Writing
This is one of my favorite stories of a writer writing. James Thurber and his wife were at a cocktail party. In those days people got dressed up and ranged about a room drinking and making conversation. I don’t know if they still do things like that anymore what with the pandemic and all, but that’s what they were doing.
James Thurber stood, drink in one hand, hors d’oeuvre in the other staring off into the distance. He had a…
