“I am in my nightgown for days, not thinking about anyone else. It takes a couple of days just thrashing through the brambles to get to any type of clearing, and it’s very painful. It’s frustrating, you see all your limitations, but a lot of what is happening is the unconscious is just waiting to see if you mean it. I like it once I settle in, but

"Perhaps going in the direction of what we call truth is, at least, to 'unlie,' not to lie. Our lives are buildings made up of lies. We have to lie to live. But to write we must try to unlie. Something renders going in the direction of truth and dying almost synonymous. We cannot read about it, we cannot bear it, we cannot say it; all we can think

“To make art, you have to have just as much doubt as you do confidence.”

Some prompts for thinking and writing.

1. You win $100,000,000 in the lottery. How do you allocate it?

2. Write out an average day in the life of you in 10 years. What makes it beautiful?

3. If you had to flee America and start a new life, where would you go and why?

4. You go back in time to when your great grandparents were your age. How would you explain the fu