It’s another balls to the wall day and by 9:00 p.m. I am spinning-word weary but in the best possible way, like drugs that don’t kill brain cells but still lend themselves to transference.
Some choice quotes from today and then I must sleep to try and get back on a normal schedule tomorrow (never sleep well the first few nights in a new place). And onward:
“In memoir you have to discover something terrible and something beautiful about yourself or else you might as well forget it.”
Question: “How do you know when to stop?”
Answer: “I would only say that it’s the same sense that tells you when to begin.”
Sorry to be so brief folks. I heard one craft lecture, four readings, two graduate presentations, and workshop discussions today – with casual conversation during every breath in between.