I wake late, groggy as a result of extended middle-of-the-night reading time, and the day feels like it’s getting away from me before it’s started. Fog winds it’s way through the valley below. It’s moving quickly, like a snake on steroids. The speed with which it moves adds to my agitation. There’s a dusting ofContinue
I wake late, groggy as a result of extended middle-of-the-night reading time, and the day feels like it’s getting away from me before it’s started. Fog winds it’s way through the valley below. It’s moving quickly, like a snake on steroids. The speed with which it moves adds to my agitation. There’s a dusting ofContinue
"A work in progress quickly becomes feral. It reverts to a wild state overnight. It is barely domesticated, a mustang on which you one day fastened a halter, but which now you cannot catch. It is a lion you cage in your study. As the work grows, it gets harder to control; it is aContinue
Work every day. No matter what has happened the day or night before, get up and bite on the nail. Ernest Hemingway Unexpected, and distressing (to me) news last evening, and I am . . . something. I’m not really sure what. What I know for sure, is that I’ll spend some time with myContinue
The sunshine makes it easier to bear the cold weather. So too, does the fact that I don’t intend to leave my house today. I’m hunkering down with words, and a blanket of melancholy that came in with cold front. There are things that need attention, and others I need to let go of. IContinue
It comes to me in the first waking moments of the morning: the first chapter is not the first chapter. The second chapter is the first chapter, and the first chapter is the fifth chapter. This, after spending an entire day on revisions of the book I’m working on, and not getting past the secondContinue
