from literary lovers
The rather inactive other half of my brain started working.
Thanks can be made to:
1) The blatant need to address reality.
2) Back to school prep.
3) Researching for my articles forces me to look at the computer so subsequently I end up staring at the the paris review. Reading The Paris Review is sort of like eating a hot fudge Sunday on a cool summer's night, on a park bench, with one spoon, sitting under the moon. NOT having to share with anyone. Yeah, it's that good.
Proof over here.
*new* life motto:
"Write freely and as rapidly as possible and throw the whole thing on paper. Never correct or rewrite until the whole thing is down. Rewrite in process is usually found to be an excuse for not going on. It also interferes with flow and rhythm which can only come from a kind of unconscious association with the material."