“ Daily life is always extraordinary when rendered precisely. We can unlock our lives with a pencil tip. ”
An unhurried sense of time is in itself a form of wealth.
~ Bonnie Friedman
Every day I must prove to myself I am a writer. The knowledge goes away in my sleep. What I wrote yesterday was paltry, meager, so flawed it is barely anything. Or, if it is good, I am no longer the person who could write it.
Fiction must convince our bodies for it to have any chance of convincing our minds.
Plot joined the expedition unwooed, as a necessary companion. It was not the scout. The scout was a certain mood. I followed that mood, and let the shape of the story flow from that.