Days of Faith
There’s a lot that wasn’t in the right order; I may or may not have fixed that. There’s a lot still to write—a lot still …
There’s a lot that wasn’t in the right order; I may or may not have fixed that. There’s a lot still to write—a lot still …
I have made a Rainbow. It is something less than three inches thick. Now, of course, I have to read it all again. After a …
This morning it is quickly apparent that I am trying to make a book into a rainbow. I see now that a book is not …
Yesterday I didn’t want to be here. Honest-to-god. Today I am laboriously printing sections of the book—there are literally hundreds of them—on one of four …
I decide to loop around and come up over the crest, since I have the urge to see the lake from above and then make …
I have just finished writing a scene of 895 words that, now written, I can’t imagine the book being whole without. It’s taken me over …
Because time stretches, it seems I have been here almost forever. But it’s not that I don’t always, at the back of my mind, have …
If I remove the walls, time moves very slowly. Suddenly there is so much time, I am rich with it. When running from thing to …
Last night I dreamt about Frederick. Although I don’t remember my dream this morning, it means he is back there, inside my head. Although it …
I got past staring. I conquered the blank page with the unbearably exciting title, FREDERICK MAKES HIS OWN LUNCH, followed by 792 words of just …