this seems worth repeating
You have to reinvent for the book. Your life doesn’t appear to have changed, but the book is telling you it has. The book is a way of acknowledging more than one thing you already knew. Now you come to think of it, life’s been weird since you finished the last one. You couldn’t settle. You felt belittled, especially in your nightmares. That’s always a conversation with the writer down inside. He knows more about everything than you. He catches on faster. He’s come to some understanding, he’s made some decision. Look around, there’s plenty you don’t intend to lose. But bridges are going to be burned. It won’t be one of those scary 100% conflagrations of the past, but something’s got to go. Indeed, something’s already gone. Now you’re going to find out what. That’s what a book is for, sunshine, finding out who you are now.
This is the voice I wake with, croaking Tom Waits style, and my mouth stinks of dreams of dead aunts and impossible persons.
Wow; very impressive paragraph there.
Excellent! I’m going to print this out huge and tape it to my wall where I can see it while I try to write.
Gonna mull this one over, for sure.
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