Do the signs of auspiciousness reveal themselves only after?
Can ritual initiate the needed state?
Does writing, as verb, tell as spectacle in your body, writer?
I awakened early. It was a soft and slightly rainy Wednesday, not very different from others in my life, but I treasure that Wednesday as a special day, one that belonged only to me. … I poured a cup of black coffee and sat down at the typewriter. I took a clean white piece of paper—like a sheet freshly ironed for making love—and rolled it into the carriage. Then I felt something odd, like a pleasant tickling in my bones, a breeze blowing through the network of veins beneath my skin. I believed that page had been waiting for me for more than twenty years…
Allende, I. 1987/1988 Eva Luna
Reasons to Keep Writing 