![]() I need Plot: people growing: banging into each other & into circumstances: stewpot citizens: growing & hurting & loving & making the best of various bad jobs.īut, to salve my conscience, I must feel the pain of work a little more & have five stories pile up here, five or ten poems there, before I start even hoping to publish, and then, not counting on it: write every story, not publish, but to be a better writer, and ipso facto, closer to publishing. Poems are moment’s monuments: I am splitting the seams of my fancy terza rima. See each scene deep, love it like a complex faceted jewel. Then either Harper’s or Atlantic contest. By the time I go home there should be thus 300 pages. ![]() Every day from now till exams: at least 2 to 3 solid pages describing a remembered incident with characters & conversation & descriptions. ![]()
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