Write About What You Know,

I've Crossed Some Kind Of Invisible Line. I Feel As If I've Come To A Place I Never Thought I'd Have To Come To. And I Don't Know How I Got Here. It's A Strange Place. It's A Place Where A Little Harmless Dreaming And Then Some Sleepy, Early-morning Talk Has Led Me Into Considerations Of Death And Annihilation.

There's Literary Creation And Literary Business. When I First Got Something Accepted, It Gave My Life A Validation It Didn't Otherwise Have.

My Heart Is Broken,” She Goes. “it’s Turned To A Piece Of Stone. I’m No Good. That’s What’s As Bad As Anything, That I’m No Good Anymore.

Remember Haydn's 104 Symphonies. Not All Of Them Were Great. But There Were 104 Of Them.

Isak Dinesen Said That She Wrote A Little Every Day, Without Hope And Without Despair. I Like That.