I Don't Plan An Awful Lot In

If You Build A Better Mousetrap, Nature Will Build A Better Mouse.

This Church Was Open And Seemingly Unattended, And It Was A Throwback In Another Way As Well. The Candles In The Little Side Altars Were Real Ones, Actual Wax Candles That Burned With An Open Flame. Lots Of Churches Have Switched Over To Electrified Altars. You Drop Your Quarter In The Slot And A Flame-shaped Bulb Goes On And Stays On For Your Quarter's Worth Of Time. It's Like A Parking Meter, And If You Stay Too Long They Tow Away Your Soul.

And, As Long As You Can Make Yourself Go On Choosing The Pain Over The Relief, You Can Keep Going.

One Thing That Helps Is To Give Myself Permission To Write Badly. I Tell Myself That I'm Going To Do My Five Or 10 Pages No Matter What, And That I Can Always Tear Them Up The Following Morning If I Want. I'll Have Lost Nothing-writing And Tearing Up Five Pages Would Leave Me No Further Behind Than If I Took The Day Off.

Everybody's Weird, Fundamentally Everybody Is A Snap. Sometimes It's A Sexual Thing And Sometimes It's A Different Kind Of Weirdness, But One Way Or Another Everybody's Nuts.