A conversation held earlier today, at church:
"So you when decide to write a story, is the whole thing already there in your head? Is it, then, just about writing down all you've already dreamed up?"
"Oh, goodness. No."
"No?"
"I have no idea where I am going. I live my life lost."
Or maybe it's just that I feel that way now, with this new book, so unknown, so demanding. Every line a tangle and tussle. Every line that I actually keep the next day a miracle of strange proportions.
(For a leavened m
Published on July 12, 2009 17:39