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I Write My First Draft By Hand, At Least For Fiction. For Non-fiction, I Write Happily On A Computer, But For Fiction I Write By Hand, Because I'm Trying To Achieve A Kind Of Thoughtless State, Or An Unconscious Instinctive State. I'm Not Reading What I Write When I Wrote. It's An Unconscious Outpouring That's A Mess, And It's Many, Many Steps Away From Anything Anyone Would Want To Read. Creating That Way Seems To Generate The Most Interesting Material For Me To Work With, Though.

I Did Go On Safari In Kenya When I Was 17, With My Mother, Stepfather And Little Brother, And I Kept A Careful Journal Of The Experience That Was Very Helpful In Terms Of My Sensory Impressions Of Africa. I Have Traveled Quite A Bit At Distinct Times In My Life, Though Now That I Have Kids I've Settled Down.

Stu Walked Bennie Over To Chris In The Chair And Parted His Hair To Reveal Some Tan Little Creatures The Size Of Poppy Seeds Moving Around On His Scalp. Bennie Felt Himself Grow Faint.'lice' The Barber Whispered.'they Get It At School'. 'but He Goes To Private School' Bernie Had Blurted.'in Crandale,new York!

Because You Can't Write Habitually And Well All The Time, You Have To Be Willing To Write Badly. That's How You Get The Regularity That Enables You To Be Present For The Good Stuff.

At Night, The House Thick With Sleep, She Would Peer Out Her Bedroom Window At The Trees And Sky And Feel The Presence Of A Mystery. Some Possibility That Included Her--separate From Her Present Life And Without Its Limitations. A Secret. Riding In The Car With Her Father, She Would Look Out At Other Cars Full Of People She'd Never Seen, Any One Of Whom She Might Someday Meet And Love, And Would Feel The World Holding Her Making Its Secret Plans.