Tuesday, September 11, 2001, Dawned Temperate And

Details Are Our Business As Writers. Your Heart Leaps When You See A Detail That Can Go Somewhere

Had My Credentials Been In Order I Would Never Have Become A Writer. Had I Been Blessed With Even Limited Access To My Own Mind There Would Have Been No Reason To Write. I Write Entirely To Find Out What I’m Thinking, What I’m Looking At, What I See And What It Means. What I Want And What I Fear.

There Was A Level On Which I Believed That What Had Happened Remained Reversible

The Writer Is Always Tricking The Reader Into Listening To Their Dream.

If You Aren't Aware Of The Reader, You're Working In A Vacuum.