For quite a while I assumed the new book of poems would be my last "serious" work, as I focused on the Entertainments of the Overlook series. Likely not. CJ won't let me rest. He's telling me to reread Norman Brown's
Love's Body and Morris Berman's
The Reenchantment of the World, and to write a new novel that is deeply philosophical and wildly comic, in the tradition of
The Ginger Man and
Henderson the Rain King, both to be reread as well, and maybe in a year or two I'll be ready to give CJ a ukulele and let him meet a wild woman for further adventures.
I have never understood how anyone can possibly get writer's block!
