Writing

The T-top business comes to an end, and again I am pleased. It seems that this week I am writing with much less anxiety. Tonight …

A late-getting-started day, a creation-avoidance day, a word-vacuum-of-a day. In the middle of the afternoon, finally getting down to writing about a drive through Toronto …

And today, four connected scenes have been created out of nothing but an image of graffiti on a bathroom wall. Today, writing seems so much …

I took the weekend off. I quit The Room. I ate baklava with my family. I walked on a rocky beach with my love. I …

The Tome has overtaken my faith in my capacity to make a coherent story out of bits of coloured paper. Six pounds of coloured paper …

I have been writing scenes, and more or less randomly placing them in the binder, directed only by colour-coding and a nebulous sense of appropriate …

Writing a book is like walking a pilgrimage. There are days when all you can feel is the pain in your feet. But the very …

Yesterday I wrote half the hardest scene; no, not the hardest, but one that has eluded me for weeks. Today I vow to complete it, …

Look at that sun! Can you feel how warm it is! I get ready to go out in my spring jacket. I’ve lost my grip …

I wish I could say the solution came to me in my dreams, but it did not. The solution came to me when I was …