Tuesday, May 31, 2011
I'm not writing a book yet (or, I should say, I've written but 3,000 words). I'm letting that book linger. Making calls to historians, checking the records on Library of Congress databases, reading old newspapers online, thanks to my friends at Radnor Memorial Library (thanks, Pam Sedor). Festering isn't always a good thing, but in this case I think it is. I have moved away from the land of vague ennui and unnerving uncertainty to be fully engaged once more.
Every time I learn this lesson, it feels brand new: I can't live fully without being inside a project. It just doesn't work for me.