After three weeks of dark and worry, knowing I have a beast in here, I asked myself, because I want to write what I want to read, so: could I write with a larger over-voice than my close-up chatter among characters .. just .. tell more, still show, but break out of the absurd and existential mid-century style foisted on me by hipster professors who grew up in the sixties?
My best vision comes galloping up the counterpane at dawn. This morning I had five threads streaming between the sheets at seven a.m., on little shuteye. Instead of lolling back to sleep, I jumped into yesterday’s sweats and rushed to the desk. So, head down, mindful of through-lines and tension, armed with quills (pencils) that I knew my whole manuscript could bear, I started today rewriting the book.
Eventually it will be here, at least in glimpses. I want to skirt the pitfall of premature divulgence, and publishing lightning bursts to you fantastic readers, which is death to story.
I hope you’ll stick with me!
Sincerely,
Theo
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