books books books
I am in a hotel in an undisclosed location, pondering my life. I want to write more books.
I WANT TO WRITE MORE BOOKS.
My soul rises up in a curl of repudiation, like my elder dog facing a coyote. When can I write books again?
I don't mean to be dramatic. I'm quite obsessively fond of the television show I'm on. It's just that every now and then the leash tightens, and I look to the mountains, and wonder when I can run free through the meadows toward those steep blue shadows.
It will be a few years yet, I'm afraid.
I WANT TO WRITE MORE BOOKS.
My soul rises up in a curl of repudiation, like my elder dog facing a coyote. When can I write books again?
I don't mean to be dramatic. I'm quite obsessively fond of the television show I'm on. It's just that every now and then the leash tightens, and I look to the mountains, and wonder when I can run free through the meadows toward those steep blue shadows.
It will be a few years yet, I'm afraid.