....an idea isn't always abandoned because it fails some quality control test. The imagination doesn't crop annually like a reliable fruit tree. The writer has to gather whatever's there: sometimes too much, sometimes too little, sometimes nothing at all. And in the years of glut there is always a slatted wooden tray in some cool, dark attic, which the writer nervously visits from time to time; and yes, oh, dear, while he's been hard at work downstairs, up in the attic there are puckering skins, warning spots, a sudden brown collapse and the sprouting of snowflakes. What can he do about it?
Julian Barnes, Flaubert's Parrot
Reading:
Flaubert's Parrot
The Idiot
Vicki Viidikas, New and Rediscovered
Gathering:
the first french beans
rocket
lettuce
a few yellow baby tomatoes
images and connotations for my novel
thinking:
about making a christmas cake
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