Who's not sat tense before his own heart's curtain?
--Rainer Maria Rilke
Yesterday, I finished the 4 pages I'm requiring of myself, each day. Which puts me up to page 712 of Fiesta of Smoke. Slowly but surely, I've built a plot that seems, at this point, a lot like these Jackson Pollock-esque branches -- a big tangle. I know where the trunk and root of each branch ends, though, so it's just a matter of getting there. Excelsior!
Blessings and strength to all who are awaiting the parting of the heart's curtain.
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