The reason I’m not bothering you more is that for a couple of weeks I have been working again on a novel I have been working on, on and off, this version and that, for more years than I care to count. This time it is coming well, but then, I always think that at the outset. We’ll see. The thing is, every so often it feels like I’m getting help. The last time that happened, it was Babe in the Woods, (which i should have titled Open Door), and when i expressed surprise to Rita (then in her last year in the body), she reminded me that Hemingway had said he would help, months before. I had forgotten.
Let’s pattern for something similarly helpful this time around, but I must say, that’s what it feels like, somebody giving me bright ideas now and again. Stay tuned.