Pain's Nothing. Pain's What You Give, Not

I Love Short Stories. They're Like Small Imploding Universes. They Are Very Tightly Bound And Controlled. I'd Been Wanting To Write One For Ages But Just Got Tangled Up In Novels. The Novel Is The Same In The Sense That It Is Also A Universe, But It Explodes Outwards With All That Shrapnel Going In Several Different Directions. I Don't See Too Much Difference In The Forms Except For The Fact That Writing Short Stories Is Like Sprinting Rather Than Long-distance Running.

There Is Always Room For At Least Two Truths.

If You Have A Structure Beforehand, You're Sort Of Stuffing Your Story Into A Pre-assembled Box. You Don't Want That To Happen. What You Want In Your Writing Is To Have A Sort Of Wildness That Occurs. And Then, Out Of The Wildness, A Structure Emerges.

Memory Has A Heavy Backspin, Yet It’s Still Impossible To Land Exactly Where We Took Off.

About 25 Years Ago, I Took A Bicycle Across The United States. I Soon Found Out That The Greatest Item Of Clothing Was The Trusty Bandanna. There Were Dozens Of Uses For A Bandanna - As A Pot Holder, A Chain Cleaner, A Sun Shield, A Headband, A Snot Rag, A Declaration Of Kerouacian Intent.