Friday, August 12, 2011


Writing is an exercise for mind and fingers. You trap the elusive fact with the gossamer web. You construct the tapestry. You knit and knot. You sieve and strain. When we talk about settings, you realise we will have to decide between a single great gem or several small ones, or none at all; when we talk about plot, you realise we will have to decide what to grow on the allotment.

The moving finger writes, and having writ, one sees it doesn't really give a sh.



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