The hours go by very fast, and even when I’m not writing, I’m jelling, and that’s why I don’t like people around bringing me beer and chatting. They cross my sights, get me out of flow. Of course, I can’t sit in front of the typer night and day, so the racetrack is a good place to let the juices FLOW BACK IN. I can understand why Hemingway needed his bull ring—it was a quick action trip to reset his sights.
