After so long I get one small idea and it is enough to run with. I don't know if this is the ultimate direction, but at least I have traction. I am writing. I am writing the new book. I will start to read things that make sense of it. I have my reading list stacked up on my new writing table. I dip into the books one by one. The relief of chipping away at it, a little at a time. The calm that comes with work on a new project. I thought I might never write again. I thought it was over before I had written something beautiful.
One day I will write something hearbreakingly beautiful, a whole novel that will never fail to move me, like Eugenides and Steinbeck and Nabokov.
Stay with me because I will get there if it takes years.
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With you.
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