Reflections of a working writer and reader
You may think novelists always have fixed plans to which they work, so that the future predicted by Chapter One is always inexorably the actuality of Chapter Thirteen. But novelists write for countless different reasons. ... Only one same reason is shared by all of us: we wish to create worlds as real as, but other than the world that is. Or was. This is why we cannot plan. We know a world is an organism, not a machine. We also know that a genuinely created world must be independent of its creator; a planned world (a world that fully reveals its planning) is a dead world. John Fowles
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I’m not a Buddhist (or anything like that), but this guy sits alone in the grounds of the University here and we had a little chat this morning.
I got the impression that it’ll be OK, 2007 . . .
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A happy new year to you, John!
May 2007 bring you all that you seek.
And many thanks for keeping me entertained with your blog.
I bought the ingredients for a cottage loaf today, albeit the organic wholemeal version plus dried yeast (ouch), and I’ll get back to you in due course. This little cottage mamma will be a contemporary one! There’s nothing like a challenge, and your posted recipe provided that. 2007 will see me have a go!
I can’t even begin to compete with Virginia Woolf, however.
Have a good one, John,
All the very best,
CFR
jb says: Thanks CFR, I hope that loaf recipe is good. You might have to be a little creative with it. Happy New Year.
Hello John,
I got the distinct impression that 2006 was sent off pretty gladly and that more than a fair few were happy to see the year go.
2007? Yes, really hoping it will be ok.
Once more, a happy new year.
jb says: I’m sure 2007 will have its problems, Susan. But there’s some hope . . . Rumsfeld’s gone.
I had the same conversation with almost the same inanimate object of devotion and he too said that it was all gonna be Ok. Though it may get a little worse, or tarnished around the edges, or dropped off at the pawn shop for a short spell, or…
Happy New Year John.
jb says: Well, I wasn’t going to mention the bad bits. Happy New Year, Fromage.
I’m really glad you had that little chat, because the first thing I heard on NPR this morning was a bolus of the old prophetic doom-gloom from Pat Robertson.
jb says: I only listened to that guy one time.
Happy New Year.
I was a bit surprised that he’d managed to infiltrate public radio…
jb says: Friends in high places . . .