The open white expanse of a page

2009 October 23

I’ve been devoting what Rushdie calls the first energy of the day to this novel, and at last am feeling the rush of forward motion. It’s harder in some ways than the day job because of the madness of a yawning page. It’s a far less structured task than making things work with other things.

The only sanity: forswear too much magical realism, set the characters down in your maze and watch how they roam when they’re true.