The Unknown: The Purple Line.
  There’s going to be those tracks through the snow.

When we begin to write, we are making memories, which will be recreated differently when they are read.

A writer loves a reader, because that is where fulfillment lives. In fiction especially. When you write poetry, sometimes you are intimate with yourself, sometimes you are meant to be speaking out loud. In drama you could not do without others there speaking. You are constantly public. But fiction is you alone and the reader alone. That is what defines it. And makes it so particularly lonely and intimate at the same time.

There is both the story and the story after the story. That mystery of who will interpret. Who will know you, and what will your scribblings become?

That is the substance of the unknown.
 

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The Unknown at Spineless Books.

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