“A serious writer is not to be confounded with a solemn writer. A serious writer may be a hawk or a buzzard or even a popinjay, but a solemn writer is always a bloody owl.”
I’m not sure our friend, Hemingway, carefully thought through this statement. In fact, none of my writer friends are either hawks or buzzards, nor do I know any bloviating popinjays except on the teevee machine.
If you could be any bird, which bird might you be?
Me? I think I’d like to be a bluejay — vocal to the point of annoyance, but darned striking while being so … and with a hint of wild, green vocabulizing parrot useful for dialogue and descriptive scene. Also, go ahead and give me a touch of that solemn owl for sensitivity, yet add in the enthusiasm of a hummingbird. I might look a bit odd, but I’d be a useful writer.
So, which bird do you envision yourself to be?