The Impossible
For years I've been able to avoid actually writing the finished version of Vermillion Sky because 'it wasn't finished'. I'd start in and realize, if I changed my mind later, all this writing would be for nothing. And that was fine by me; it did prove to be a wise decision, after all.
But now what? The story is finished. The tapestry is complete and I have a full view of it stretching from start to finish. I have no more excuses.
The fact of the matter is I'm not going to write this damn thing until I have someone looking over my shoulder saying, "Write it, write it, write it." It's too easy to get distracted otherwise, it's just such a colossal undertaking. Because once it starts, the damn thing is never going to stop.
Not a great place to be for a monk.
Someone asked me recently if I ever wondered if the universe was just messing with us. I said, "My life is a cosmic joke. But I've been in on enough of it to appreciate the humor."
But now what? The story is finished. The tapestry is complete and I have a full view of it stretching from start to finish. I have no more excuses.
The fact of the matter is I'm not going to write this damn thing until I have someone looking over my shoulder saying, "Write it, write it, write it." It's too easy to get distracted otherwise, it's just such a colossal undertaking. Because once it starts, the damn thing is never going to stop.
Not a great place to be for a monk.
Someone asked me recently if I ever wondered if the universe was just messing with us. I said, "My life is a cosmic joke. But I've been in on enough of it to appreciate the humor."