It struck her how eating was a comfort during a hard time because it reminded you that there had been other days, good days, when youโd eaten the same thing. Reminded you there were good days in life, when precious little else did. (268)
Ron RashIt's a hard place this world can be. No wonder a baby cries coming in to it. Tears from the start
Ron RashI usually do at least a dozen drafts and progressively make more-conscious decisions. Because I've always believed stories are closer to poems than novels, I spend a lot of time on the story's larger rhythms, such as sentence and paragraph length, placement of flashbacks and dialogue.
Ron RashWhat made losing someone you loved bearable was not remembering but forgetting. Forgetting small things first... it's amazing how much you could forget, and everything you forgot made that person less alive inside you until you could finally endure it. After more time passed you could let yourself remember, even want to remember. But even then what you felt those first days could return and remind you the grief was still there, like old barbed wire embedded in a tree's heartwood.
Ron Rash