Saturday, March 2, 2013

I'll be a while

I'm still Out Stealing Horses. Halfway through the novel I knew this would be a problem. A few paragraphs in I realized I'd already gone too far, but I raced toward that fence anyway, that fence that keeps everything inside, mane in my face the whole distance, me squinting and holding on, unwilling or maybe unable to acknowledge where it could go or what was happening because, really, it makes no sense to feel that way so early on, but I did and here I am.

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