On Tuesday, when it hails and snows,
The feeling on me grows and grows
That hardly anybody knows
If those are these or these are those.
Here’s a delicious find that I uncovered in the Hundred Acre Wood this week—
A 1929 recording of A.A. Milne reading a chapter “In Which Pooh and Piglet Go Hunting and Nearly Catch a Woozle.”
Check it out here.
Ah, there is something about an author’s own voice reading his or her own work.
It’s just the right sort of something that starts a writing day right.
PROMPT: Do a quick search for the voice of one of your favorite authors. Listen, then write whatever comes to mind. Or perhaps you’d rather be a bit Pooh-ish and spend the day enjoying a smackerel of the impossible —
“People say nothing is impossible, but I do nothing every day.”
Well, I know what I’m going to do…
Tut, tut, it looks like rain.