Sunday, April 11, 2010
while I burrow in, while I stay where I am, with this novel. This adult novel that has in fact found its way, that has opened itself to me, then opened again, thanks to a recent conversation with an oh-so-smart editor. I am in the final third of remaking it. I have eight chapters to write; I am obsessed. I had planned to apply this Sunday to real life—to weeding my garden, to trying a new recipe, to folding the clothes, to checking in with all of you—but: there are five women, two eras, an asylum, a Book of Thoughts, and a kite. There's a lost lover named Vin; he may be coming home.
They have found me. They've let me in.