“He followed me into the bathroom, peeling a banana. “Depressing, I was cranking up on a new poem when some dipshit called, trying to sell us a storage freezer. Writing is a lot like dreaming, you know? There’s a subconscious connection, you know. Once someone intrudes, it’s like trying to go back to sleep toContinue reading “RKS Literature: Writing is Like Dreaming (Wally Lamb)”
