I Still Write With Pen And Paper

I Honor English Majors. It's A Dumb Thing To Major In. It Leads Nowhere. It's Good To Be Dumb, It Allows Us To Love Something For No Reason. That's The Best Kind Of Love.

Let's Say I've Directed That [writing] Energy Into Writing My Latest Book But Suddenly, I Really Want To Write About An Onion. I Don't Say To Myself, "no, You Have Stay On The Subject," Because I Know That The Longer I Stay On The Subject The More Boring I Get. So, If My Mind Wants To Write About An Onion, It Might Be A Deeper Way To Go Into What I'm Working On, Even Though It Might Seem Irrelevant. This Is How I've Learned To Follow My Mind.

Wherein We Discover That Many Of The "rules" For Good Writing And Good Sex Are The Same: Keep Your Hand Moving, Lose Control, And Don't Think.

In Writing With Detail, You Are Turning To Face The World. It Is A Deeply Political Act, Because You Are Not Staying In The Heat Of Your Own Emotions. You Are Offering Up Some Good Solid Bread For The Hungry.

We Are Each A Concert Reverberating With Our Whole Lives And Reflecting And Amplifying The World Around Us.