conduit for nature
What goes into the drip coffee at Peet's? Speed, apparently. A small cup at three in the afternoon kept me up for the next twelve hours, having Ideas. The right kind of Ideas. There were a few tangles at the end of the book that I was going to have to face sooner or later; at two-thirty in the morning, lying face up in bed, I dissolved them. I am one hundred percent settled on an ending, even though it does commit me to more of the weirdness that I was trying to avoid for marketing reasons. It is quite a hoot to remember that I started this one with the intention to write something commercial. But at least it is going to make perfect sense and close up perfectly neatly on its own terms. I wonder if anyone will ever read it.
