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desperanceSo I went out shopping for beer and chocolate, in anticipation of teenagers, and I swear, I was not even thinking about the book I'm writing; but I was struck suddenly by a blinding revelation that actually makes sense out of the soup.
I do not know how this happens. I guess there must be some deep part of my subconscious that's always, always thrumming on the current project like a continuo, keeping it live, and it's so low-down I don't even notice until it suddenly breaks out - yes, like a continuo, like a thorough-bass - into a figure that illuminates all that lies above. Or something.
*is bewildered by own process*
*but grateful*
*gets to keep the soup*
I do not know how this happens. I guess there must be some deep part of my subconscious that's always, always thrumming on the current project like a continuo, keeping it live, and it's so low-down I don't even notice until it suddenly breaks out - yes, like a continuo, like a thorough-bass - into a figure that illuminates all that lies above. Or something.
*is bewildered by own process*
*but grateful*
*gets to keep the soup*