Fogbound

Eco­nomic Prin­ci­pals had planned to shut down for good today. Times change. There is too much left to say. So, here we go again, per­haps weekly, per­haps monthly. It depends.

This is the point where I feel a lot of writers become overwhelmed. I have a headful of ideas and a shit ton of voice memos: where do I even begin? And this is where I think it can be really helpful to start with small, tac­tile steps. For me that meant I started by tran­scribing the voice memos. I lis­tened to them and I typed them up. Simple. A task with a clear pur­pose and end point. Then I orga­nized the notes by sec­tion (this iter­a­tion of the novel was in three parts). I also made myself a little syl­labus of novels I thought would be good for me to read right around now.

I wrote it in three quar­ters of an hour after church time and before lunch one Sunday morning, with the assis­tance of half a bottle of Booth’s gin.

But an argu­ment could be made that this etching is per­haps the most dis­tin­guished intaglio print in the entire uni­verse.

So, the aliens might be con­fused about the dif­fer­ence between what would we call a print and what we would call a musical record, or a circuit.

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