Part Of My Mind Is Working On

I Think A Lot Of What Goes Into Writing Can Be Taught - Not Mixing Metaphors, Etc.

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

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 Moment When A Limit Is Reached, When There Is Nothing Ahead But Darkness: Something Comes In To Help That Is Not Real. Another Way All This Is Like Madness: A Mad Person Not Helped Out Of His Trouble By Anything Real Begins To Trust What Is Not Real Because It Helps Him And He Needs It Because Real Things Continue Not To Help Him.

I Find Teaching - I Like It, But I Find Just Walking Into The Classroom And Facing The Students Very Difficult.