I Think The Close Work

I Am Basically The Sort Of Person Who Has Stage-fright Teaching. I Kind Of Creep Into A Classroom. I'm Not An Anecdote-teller, Either, Although I Often Wish I Were.

The Moment When A Limit Is Reached, When There Is Nothing Ahead But Darkness: Something Comes In To Help That Is Not Real. Another Way All This Is Like Madness: A Mad Person Not Helped Out Of His Trouble By Anything Real Begins To Trust What Is Not Real Because It Helps Him And He Needs It Because Real Things Continue Not To Help Him.

The Translator, A Lonely Sort Of Acrobat, Becomes Confused In A Labyrinth Of Paradox, Or Climbs A Pyramid Of Dependent Clauses And Has To Invent A Way Down From It In His Own Language.

Do What You Want To Do, And Don't Worry If It's A Little Odd Or Doesn't Fit The Market.

To Be Simple, I Would Say A Story Has To Have A Bit Of Narrative, If Only "she Says," And Then Enough Of A Creation Of A Different Time And Place To Transport The Reader.