the other day i met this woman. she is loud, offensive, a go-getter and a loyal friend. she brings quite a bit of conflict into the story but also a truckload of support for the MC. and i knew straightaway that her name was Cecilia.
then later when i looked up the meaning of this name i found out that it can be translated to “the way for the blind”. and, well, my story deals a lot with blindness, in a real & metaphorical sense of the word.
coincidences incidents like this show me, that i am on the right way. that this story is just channeled through me but already exist in another dimension, another sphere. my task is only to sit down and write this story down, nothing more, nothing less.
For the sad fact remains: there is far more poetry in the world than justice.
Paul Auster: Invisible.
We live in the present, but the future is inside us at every moment. Maybe that’s what writing is all about. Not recording events from the past, but making things happen in the future.
Paul Auster: Oracle Night
Words could kill, he discovered. Words could alter reality, and therefore they were too dangerous to be entrusted to a man who loved them above all else.
Paul Auster: Oracle Night
Odds don’t count when it comes to actual events, and just because a thing is unlikely to happen, that doesn’t mean it won’t.
Paul Auster: Invisible [a beautiful reminder to all writers]
It always stimulates me to discover new examples of my own prejudice and stupidity, to realize that I don’t know half as much as I think I do.
Paul Auster: Oracle Night
