With Imagination, You Can Put Something Where

Some People Think That Writers Are Innately Solitary And That There's A Kind Of Romance To That Solitariness. I Tend To Think That What Writers Really Want To Do Is Get Accepted Into Things. They Want To Get Accepted Into Society, Into Culture, Into Intelligentsia, Into The Fun. Writing Is Their Mechanism, Their Instrument, For Doing That.

Any Rainy Summer Morning, Of Course, Has The Seeds Of Gloomy Alienation Sown In. But A Rainy Summer Morning Far From Home - When Your Personal Clouds Don't Move But Hang - Can Easily Produce The Feeling Of The World As Seen From The Grave. This I Know.

Theres A Lot To Be Said For Doing What Youre Not Supposed To Do, And The Rewards Of Doing What Youre Supposed To Do Are More Subtle And Take Longer To Become Apparent, Which Maybe Makes It Less Attractive. But Your Life Is The Blueprint You Make After The Building Is Built.

Most Things Don't Stay The Way They Are For Very Long. I Take Nothing For Granted And Try To Be Ready For The Change That's Soon To Come.

I Know You Can Dream Your Way Through An Otherwise Fine Life, And Never Wake Up, Which Is What I Almost Did.