My Story

My story about my job at Papa Murphy's was lacking a continuous storyline. It was a good subject choice, but missed any sort of development with the characters. I hardly introduced my first boss, or the reason why he hated me. The story never got started, and consequently it did not end correctly. There were no smaller stories to connect or explain any of the events.

Hunger - passage

"I learned to understand Cezanne much better and to see truly how he made landscapes when I was hungry. I used to wonder if he were hungry too when he painted; but I thought it was possibly only that he had forgotten to eat. It was one of those unsound but illuminating thoughts you have when you  have been sleepless or hungry. Later I thought Cezanne was probably hungry in a different way." -Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast.

I thought that Hemingway was very effective in recreating the feeling of hunger through this passage. With the way he made me feel when I read this, I knew that he had felt the same thing. The mystery left at the end of the paragraph feels sincere and leaves me thinking: in what way is Cezanne hungry? Is it a physical hunger or a mental hunger-- a drive?