Tuesday, March 17, 2009
I am impatient. I do not hold out. I come in a hurry and it is a kind of violence that is over almost before it has begun. I must be slowed down to at least a gentle jog. I must be unpeeled, one slow removal after another. I must be told to wait until the time when all good things must come. So slow me down now. Tie me if I must be tied. Make me stay for an hour or for an afternoon. This quick pleasure leaves me nervy and hungry and it is time for me to learn to pace myself. It is what they say about my novels. I end too quickly, come in too late, I live at a pace that will unseat me. So take me in hand and settle me and make me wait. Please. Make me wait.