Oh, I’ve got to stop, work tomorrow, it’shalf past ten, got to get up early, the story’s
good, but unfolding oh, so slowly, little bits
of events told in so many lines, I don’t want
to rush through the book, but I’ve got to go
to sleep, no fantasy sticks in my head, I
haven’t superimposed my own story yet,
to leave things as they are won’t do, I’ve
got to force the heroine into a spot where
I can embellish the story, otherwise I’ll just
lay awake all night, nowhere to bury my mind
and halt my thoughts and contemplate a
beautiful image, I wish I could conjure a
vision so good, it could sustain me through
tomorrow, I wish I could keep the feeling of
skating on snow in my heart, the excitement
of the idea – the spirit of winter in love with
someone – but my thoughts are so unfocused
as yet...
Terry Pratchett “Wintersmith” Corgi books, 2007
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