I Find Teaching - I Like It,

Part Of My Mind Is Working On How To End The Thing While I'm Going On. You Need At Least Two Brains To Write.

The Translator, A Lonely Sort Of Acrobat, Becomes Confused In A Labyrinth Of Paradox, Or Climbs A Pyramid Of Dependent Clauses And Has To Invent A Way Down From It In His Own Language.

Because I'm Not Writing All The Time (thank Goodness), My Mind Is Sometimes Pleasantly Blank.

The Style Developed Over Decades, Really, But I Started Out Writing Pretty Traditional Stories, Then Became Impatient. It Was A Writer Named Russell Edson Who Showed Me That One Could Write In Any Way At All.

We All Have An Ongoing Narrative Inside Our Heads, The Narrative That Is Spoken Aloud If A Friend Asks A Question. That Narrative Feels Deeply Natural To Me. We Also Hang On To Scraps Of Dialogue. Our Memories Don’t Usually Serve Us Up Whole Scenes Complete With Dialogue. So I Suppose I’m Saying That I Like To Work From What A Character Is Likely To Remember, From A More Interior Place.