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I Wanted My First Novel To Be A Veritable Infarct Of Narrative Cloggers-the Trick Being To Feel Your Way Through Each Clog By Blowing It Up Until Its Obstructiveness Finally Reveals Not Blank Mass But Unlooked-for Seepage Points Of Passage.

E.b. White's Essays Are The Best Things I've Read About Maine - Especially The One In Which He's Not Sure If He Can Go Out Sailing Any More In His Sloop.

I Hadn't Played Any Music Since Freshman Year Of College, More Than Thirty Years Ago, So I Had To Relearn Everything. I Started Writing Songs. Some Were Dance And Trance Songs (i Listen To Them A Lot While I'm Writing), And Some Were Love Songs, Because That After All Is What Music Is About - Dancing And Trancing And Love And Love's Setbacks.

A Problem That I Have With Everything Fictional Is That Writers Are Always Having To Come Up With Sudden Artillery Explosions In The Middle Of Whatever Is Going On. The Characters Are Having Interesting, Subtle Interactions, Or Jealousies, Or Whatever It Is, And Suddenly Some Gigantic Angry Eruption Has To Happen, A Giant Gasp Where Everyone Has To Scramble Around. That's The Point Where I'm Turned Off. I Want The Dynamic Range To Be A Little Smaller. I Don't Like The Big False Bangs.

I Think I Am Done With Wikipedia For The Time Being. But I Have A Secret Hope. Someone Recently Proposed A Wikimorgue - A Bin Of Broken Dreams Where All Rejects Could Still Be Read, As Long As They Weren't Libelous Or Otherwise Illegal.