It's Why You Create Characters: So You

Snap. Lady With Dog. Lady On Sofa Half-naked. Snap. Naked Lady. Lady Next To Dresser. Lady At Window. Snap. Lady On Balcony Sunlight. (on New Orleans Photographer E. J. Bellocq)

Between The Kitchen And The Destroyed Chapel A Door Led Into An Oval-shaped Library. The Space Inside Seemed Safe Except For A Large Hole At Portrait Level In The Far Wall, Caused By Mortar-shell Attack On The Villa Two Months Earlier. The Rest Of The Room Had Adapted Itself To This Wound, Accepting The Habits Of Weather, Evening Stars, The Sound Of Birds.

There's More Danger In The Violence You Don't Face.

Research Can Be A Big Clunker. It's Difficult To Know How You Can Make The Historical Light.

Once I've Discovered The Story, I Might Restructure It, Maybe Move Things Around, Set Up A Clue That Something Is Going To Happen Later, But That Happens Much Later In An Editorial Capacity.