People Do Not Love Those Whose Eyes

I Don't Need New Boots I Got Bluchers Back Down Home. Eff The Effing Bluchers I'll Buy You New Adjectival Effing Elastic Sided Boots.

It's Like Standing On The Edge Of A Cliff. This Is Especially True Of The First Draft. Every Day You're Making Up The Earth You're Going To Stand On.

Living Where I Live New York I Don't Think Anyone's Going To Make A Fuss. But It Is More Deeply Satisfying Because It's Of Your Place And Means That You Aren't Forgotten; Someone's Noticed What You Have Been Doing With Your Life.

So In The First Draft, I'm Inventing People And Place With A Broad Schematic Idea Of What's Going To Happen. In The Process, Of Course, I Discover All Sorts Of Bigger And More Substantial Things.

At The Very End Of A Book I Can Manage To Work For Longer Stretches, But Mostly, Making Stuff Up For Three Hours, That's Enough. I Can't Do Any More. At The End Of The Day I Might Tinker With My Morning's Work And Maybe Write Some Again. But I Think Three Hours Is Fine.