Some weeks, there is nothing really to remark upon. The novel progresses, the making of it steady and daily. And the rest of life progresses, and is sometimes more interesting and always more pressing. I am tempted to skip a weekly update here and there, but I like the way these letters mount, week after week, revealing the ups and downs — and the vast middle ground in between — of the creative process. So here’s just a little snapshot of the week, to mark it more than anything.
Marking the time
Marking the time
Marking the time
Some weeks, there is nothing really to remark upon. The novel progresses, the making of it steady and daily. And the rest of life progresses, and is sometimes more interesting and always more pressing. I am tempted to skip a weekly update here and there, but I like the way these letters mount, week after week, revealing the ups and downs — and the vast middle ground in between — of the creative process. So here’s just a little snapshot of the week, to mark it more than anything.