8:24One of the great fears with words and long projects is that the engine that makes them will change so much from the start to the finish that those first timid lines will seem incomprehensible strange to those that pile on for the finale. This has already happened a number of times on the long projects. From one view, what seems to be happening is that the vast sense and senses that pour in from everywhere do their good work: to bolster, to illuminate, to tear down to bring up, infinitely. So, too, does the engine change with age. I have so little control over it. It's frustrating.
"Did you mean that, what you said about singing," she asked. "Is that a line? Something you tell all the girls?" I do not know if it mattered what the answer was, even though the answer was no.
The process will always be laced with change, though: it is in some ways nearly a sad thing to pin the words down to paper, fix them there, keep them still even as they ring in their own way. It is, after all, what they ask for. So: keep going.
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