tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213297244305443272.post5240442987813713552..comments2023-08-22T13:05:38.255-04:00Comments on The Other Side of Providence: Guess What I Found?Robynne Randhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09543633861156873031noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213297244305443272.post-31707171829038529822012-07-05T09:29:44.961-04:002012-07-05T09:29:44.961-04:00I have a dilapidated orange folder filled with poe...I have a dilapidated orange folder filled with poems in my closet. On the occasions I dig them out, I laugh a little. I also have a stack of old diaries there too. I don't laugh at those. The writing is as immature as I was back then, but once in a while I read something I wrote when I was 16, or 18 or 20 and say, "Wow."Lizahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16170701034715108039noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213297244305443272.post-28895590145683053112012-07-05T09:07:41.930-04:002012-07-05T09:07:41.930-04:00Thankfully all my early writing got burned with th...Thankfully all my early writing got burned with the rest of my home. Still, like you, I harbor the feeling that something valuable lay in those pages. I will never know now.<br /><br />I believe that often first person narrative engages the reader easier and pulls them into the novel. It is only a feeling, RolandRoland D. Yeomanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00338410857990551352noreply@blogger.com