learn to love it
All right men, we're bouncing back here. We're going to keep writing and live peacefully and mindfully and introduce radical self-improvement measures, like breakfast. Also there will be some modifications and improvements to this site in time for its birthday next week.
The Times reviews a Jeanette Winterson radio play that sounds perfectly wretched, but in passing it (the review, not the play) makes the salient point that it takes years for a culture to integrate traumatic events, and a lot of these instant literary reactions to 9/11 are going to seem a bit silly down the road. And J.K. Rowling is on her way to becoming the world's first billionaire author. And I am just trying to stay above the waterline.
Youth has an end: the end is here. It will never be. You know that well. What then? Write it, damn you, write it! What else are you good for?
—James Joyce, Giacomo Joyce
