Preamble
What we're in for.
The Book That Ate My Life
The Book That Ate My Life is the tedious chronicle of the heartbreaking composition of my fifth novel The Swan Of Antares, a perfectly ordinary story of lust and betrayal buried under a dragon’s hoard of absurdities, trickery, and weirdness.
"Our Book"
Preamble. — And from the bowels of the tiring house, Elohim enters solus, and immediately declares it all His Own. In principio erat verbum. And sunbathing, Elohim said, Let there be Light, and diving, Elohim said, Let there be Water, and running, Elohim said, Let there be Flesh, and so on, the prime Visitor, intrepid Tourist, and He wrote a travel guide, sold it to the natives, and made a mint. Sure non prima causa sui, sure nulla origo sui, all creation is legendary, all biography hagiography.
Imaginary Problems
The privilege of creativity