The Monday report

[erinbow]

Today I tried to write down the story of GILBERT PEREZ in a page or two: a man, a woman, the city, the war, like a fairy tale. Didn't work.  I tried again but it didn't work.  There was no life in it.

Depressing.  Some days I think this book just isn't going to work.

Also, all of publishing may collapse any day now.

Someone send me good news!