The Great Stillness In These Landscapes That

In Fiction, You Have A Rough Idea What's Coming Up Next - Sometimes You Even Make A Little Outline - But In Fact You Don't Know. Each Day Is A Whole New - And For Me, A Very Invigorating - Experience.

I Was Just Very Interested In The American Frontier And The Growth Of Capitalism - Those Enormous Fortunes That Were Being Made, More Often Than Not, On The Blood Of Poor People, Black People, Indian People. They Were The Ones Who Paid Very Dearly For Those Great Fortunes.

Where To Begin? Do We Measure The Relaxing Of The Feet? The Moment When The Eye Glimpses The Hawk, When Instinct Functions? For In This Pure Action, This Pure Moving Of The Bird, There Is No Time, No Space, But Only The Free Doing-being Of This Very Moment -now!

It Is Related That Sakyamuni [the Historical Buddha] Once Dismissed As Of Small Consequence A Feat Of Levitation On The Part Of A Disciple, And Cried Out In Pity For A Yogin By The River Who Had Spent Twenty Years Of His Human Existence Learning To Walk On Water, When The Ferryman Might Have Taken Him Across For A Small Coin.

I Like To Hear And Smell The Countryside, The Land That My Characters Inhabit. I Don’t Want These Characters To Step Off The Page, I Want Them To Step Out Of The Landscape.