He Looks Tired, Like Someone Walked On

Some Mornings... I Sit At The Kitchen Table Shaking Salt Into The Hairs On My Arm, And A Feeling Shoves Up In Me: It's Finished. Everything Went Past Without Me.

We're [writers] All Afraid Of Writing Badly, And There Are Psychological Reasons, Like The Bad Interior Of Ourselves Is Somehow Being Revealed, But We All Fear That, And You Can't Write Well If You're Not Willing To Write Badly. That's Why You Have To Make Writing A Habit, So It Feels Normal And Not Strange.

The Bottom Line Is That I Like My First Drafts To Be Blind, Unconscious, Messy Efforts; That's What Gets Me The Best Material.

This Is The Music Business. 'five Years Is Five Hundred Years' - Your Words.

"see," Sasha Muttered, Eyeing The Sun. 'it's Mine."