No One Is Calling Me. I Can’t

I Do See An Interest In Writing For Twitter. While Publishers Still Do Love The Novel And People Do Still Like To Sink Into One, The Very Quick Form Is Appealing Because Of The Pace Of Life.

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 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 Feel An Affinity With A Certain Thinker Because We Agree With Him; Or Because He Shows Us What We Were Already Thinking; Or Because He Shows Us In A More Articulate Form What We Were Already Thinking; Or Because He Shows Us What We Were On The Point Of Thinking; Or What We Would Sooner Or Later Have Thought; Or What We Would Have Thought Much Later If We Hadn’t Read It Now; Or What We Would Have Been Likely To Think But Never Would Have Thought If We Hadn’t Read It Now; Or What We Would Have Liked To Think But Never Would Have Thought If We Hadn’t Read It Now.

To Be Simple, I Would Say A Story Has To Have A Bit Of Narrative, If Only "she Says," And Then Enough Of A Creation Of A Different Time And Place To Transport The Reader.