The notes I've scribbled down have become almost unmanageable. Even within the framework I've set down for myself I can see exceptions to my rules and deviations that will be hard to resist. Lines of dialogue and internal monologues are interspersed with abstract ideas and short descriptions of time and place. Must organize, but I suppose I have to allow for time to act on impulse and inspiration. Still, since my primary conceit is a cyclical
The narrator keeps pulling me in, but I have no idea if he will do the same to the reader. My opening narrative is so dark and heavy, but it lifts away like a storm cloud to reveal a story that I hope possesses some of the lightness that Calvino values so rightly.
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