all weekend proofing the novel...me and John, fervent, intense, bent over the stack of papers...realizing how much I love the work, how strange it feels that it came out of me, but also how intuitive the writing of it was for me, how I commit capital treason against tense...all Sunday we read it again...hours and hours...trying to work out tense, present versus past...is it okay if it's in the continuing past?....
all this work on tense is making me yes making me yes....
very tense
I am trying not to be
this is my continuing present
About Me
- Kate Zambreno
- I write books thinking of them as books but then when they are books I wish they were not books anymore. I write from the forces of: hate, heat, hubris. I cut my hair and wear silk scarves to cannibalize Cixous. At this point I would like to rename the blog Valerie Solanas is My Sister or Anna Kavan is My Sister but lack all ambition. I regularly suicide this blog as an exercise of shame and silence.
