It is nightmarish, but not a fantasy — more of an evocation of what it was like leaving New York in the early 90’s convinced my writing days were done and it was time to make an honest living, resigned not to the unexamined life but to the unexpressed one. But as it turns out, my time of not being a writer brought me closer to an experience of life that made me a true writer.
I feel the heat, I feel your angst, David. But this is surely some nightmarish fantasy!
It is nightmarish, but not a fantasy — more of an evocation of what it was like leaving New York in the early 90’s convinced my writing days were done and it was time to make an honest living, resigned not to the unexamined life but to the unexpressed one. But as it turns out, my time of not being a writer brought me closer to an experience of life that made me a true writer.
I have the same experience with writing: excruciating, but ordered by some noumenal, non-negotiable force.
I feel your pain! But thank god for the noumena.
Sounds like a new project, despite denying that.
Ahh, you caught me with my participles down! It just may be :)