It’s a beautiful thing, really; I have no stats to do, no history, no honors. I only have a fiction story to finish, and all night with which to finish it.
This will probably be my third night in a row with only a few hours of sleep, but honestly, if I’m going to stay up for anything, I’m going to stay up to write this story.
I’m going to see it through to the end, as they say, and then if what I have in the morning is crap, at least it will be crap that I believed in intensely while I wrote it.
Although I don’t know what that says about me. That I believe in crap?
No, here’s what I believe:
“From things that have happened and from things that you know and all those you cannot know, you make something through your invention that is not a representation but a whole new thing truer than anything true and alive, and you make it alive, and if you make it well enough, you give it immortality. That is why you write, and for no other reason.”
Well…that’s the aspiration, anyway. I’m not quite at Mr. Fitzgerald’s level, admittedly.