You go to bed every night thinking that you've written the most brilliant passage ever done, which somehow the next day you realize is sheer drivel.


Paris Review (Spring 1991)


You go to bed every night thinking that you've written the most brilliant passage ever done, which somehow the next day you realize is sheer drivel.

You go to bed every night thinking that you've written the most brilliant passage ever done, which somehow the next day you realize is sheer drivel.

You go to bed every night thinking that you've written the most brilliant passage ever done, which somehow the next day you realize is sheer drivel.

You go to bed every night thinking that you've written the most brilliant passage ever done, which somehow the next day you realize is sheer drivel.