Better To Listen To The Gospel Than

The Way I Write Is This: I Write About A Thousand Words A Day, A Little Bit More. The Next Morning, I Read Those Thousand Words And Cursorily Edit That. Then I Write The Next Thousand. I Do That All The Way To The End Of The Book And Then I Reread The Book Quite A Few Times, Editing As Go Through.

That’s How Ptolemy Imagined The Disposition Of His Memories, His Thoughts: They Were Still His, Still In The Range Of His Thinking, But They Were, Many And Most Of Them, Locked On The Other Side A Closed Door That He’s Lost The Key For. So His Memory Became Like Secrets Held Away From His Own Mind. But These Secrets Were Noisy Things; They Babbled And Muttered Behind The Door, And So If He Listened Closely He Might Catch A Snatch Of Something He Once Knew Well.

We Born Dyin'...but You Ask A Man An' He Talk Like He Gonna Live Forevah.

The Process Of Writing A Novel Is Like Taking A Journey By Boat. You Have To Continually Set Yourself On Course. If You Get Distracted Or Allow Yourself To Drift, You Will Never Make It To The Destination. It's Not Like Highly Defined Train Tracks Or A Highway; This Is A Path That You Are Creating Discovering. The Journey Is Your Narrative. Keep To It And There Will Be A Tale Told.

Poetry Teaches Us Music, Metaphor, Condensation And Specificity.