Sunday, 4 July 2010

Sound Familiar?

"My head is like some ridiculous barn packed full of stuff I want to write about," she said. "Images, scenes, snatches of words… in my mind they're all glowing all alive. Write! they shout at me. A great new story is about to be born - I can feel it. It'll transport me to some brand-new place. Problem is, once I sit at my desk and put them all down on paper, I realize something vital is missing. It doesn't crystallize - no crystals, just pebbles. And I'm not transported anywhere."

Haruki Murakami, Spuntik Sweetheart, p16 

And Happy Independence Day to my US readers, if that is the correct salutation.

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