Writing Is Almost A Place

That’s How Ptolemy Imagined The Disposition Of His Memories, His Thoughts: They Were Still His, Still In The Range Of His Thinking, But They Were, Many And Most Of Them, Locked On The Other Side A Closed Door That He’s Lost The Key For. So His Memory Became Like Secrets Held Away From His Own Mind. But These Secrets Were Noisy Things; They Babbled And Muttered Behind The Door, And So If He Listened Closely He Might Catch A Snatch Of Something He Once Knew Well.

This Is All You Have To Do. Sit Down Once A Day To The Novel And Start Working Without Internal Criticism, Without Debilitating Expectations, Without The Need To Look At Your Words As If They Were Already Printed And Bound. The Beginning Is Only A Draft. Drafts Are Imperfect By Definition.

I Don't Ever Know Where I'm Going. Because One Of The Wonderful Things About Writing, Which Is Different Than Working In Programming, You Don't Need To Know. You Could Just Write And Discover Where You're Going. And It's A Great Deal Of Fun.

We Born Dyin'...but You Ask A Man An' He Talk Like He Gonna Live Forevah.

Young People Live Exactly Today... And They Live In The Immediacy Of Their World. And It's Important For Us, People From Older Generations To Realize That A Lot Of Our Values, A Lot Of Our Truths Are No Longer Truths, Are No Longer Valuable.