Monday, June 09, 2014
Some writers have a grand plan - they know what they are going to do and how they are going to do it. Others of us fumble in the darkness, trying to find the tail of the tiger, any tiger, to see where it takes us. Our only plan is to hold on, and to keep holding on as long as we can. Ink on the page, the blood trail. It is enough for now, this waiting to be torn apart.