“You write something and there’s no reality to it. You can’t inject it with any kind of reality. You have to be patient and keep going, and then, one day, you can feel something signaling to you from the innermost recesses. Like a little person trapped under the rubble of an earthquake. And very, very, very slowly you find your way toward the little bit of living impulse.” WayFeelsWritingKindLittlesPersonsRealityBitsOne DayLittle BitPatientImpulseKeep GoingTrappedBe PatientEarthquakesRecessRubble Author:Deborah Eisenberg
“Everything seemed to change on that one day, but really, I think, things had been changing and changing over the course of many previous days, and perhaps what eventually appears to be information always appears at first to be just flotsam, meaningless fragments, until enough flotsam accretes to manifest, when one notices it, a construction.” ThinkingFirstsEnoughCoursesChangeInformationOne DayManifestMeaninglessConstructionFragmentsFlotsam Author:Deborah Eisenberg
