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Thursday, 25 January, 2007

I’ve been working on my novel. It’s the huge narrative gaps which bother me. I don’t like being trapped here. For years I have been told how much I must like this place. I can’t begin to explain how profoundly such ideas effect me. This is analogous with “stop hitting yourself”. I have to embrace my fate and hope for a moral world, or some kind of unprecedented …

I have to accept I shall always be alone in this. Period. The only out is to be absolutely alone. I have just so much fight available and I must pick these battles with great caution.

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