Chapter Twenty



“If you are determined to re-establish yourself as a writer,” a friend recently wrote to me,

“you should write something new, something from the vantage point of an older and wiser man

writing in the early 21st century.” The only problem is how do you write about nothing?


Outside, it is bitter cold. The fields are covered with snow. I seldom go out of doors. In

my condition it is dangerous and slippery to walk or drive. I live in a world of white. Ostensibly

there is nothing there.  MORE...




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