The Neighborhood Cows
The Neighborhood Cows

I am pushing through the last chapters of my book.  I’m on chapter 19 with 264 pages…I should end up with about 25 chapters.  I just have to stay focused.

So, I was looking for some inspiration (meaning that I wasn’t actually focusing), and I ended up with a passage from Peter S. Beagle’s The Last Unicorn.  If you’ve never read it, then you should.  It’s simply beautiful.

“When I was alive, I believed–as you do–that time was at least as real and solid as myself, and probably more so.  I said ‘one o’clock’ as though I could see it, and ‘Monday’ as though I could find it on a map; and I let myself be hurried along from minute to minute, day to day, year to year, as though I were actually moving from one place to another.  Like everyone else, I lived in a house bricked up with seconds and minutes, weekends and New Year’s Days, and I never went outside until I died, because there was no other door.  Now I know that I could have walked through walls…

“But the important thing is for you to understand that it doesn’t matter whether the clock strikes ten next, or seven, or fifteen o’clock.  You can strike your own time, and start the count anywhere.  When you understand that–then any time at all will be the right time for you.”

Well, it would seem that now is the right time for me as well.  I shall get back to my manuscript.  Have a lovely Dienstag.


What I’m Listening To: All the Same to Me by Anya Marina