Diary entries relating to "Shredding"
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Whitley and I both got new recliners from a special back store. I hurt my back in a fall, and Whitley has such a bad back that he’s had periods in his life when he’s slept on the floor, and been unable even to raise his feet while walking. When we went to bed, I’d lean over and say ‘goodnight’ and he would wave to me...
Monday, May 4, 2009
Whitley is busy rewriting his new novel. He has a deadline and is under a lot of pressure to finish, which doesn't always put him in the best mood. I, as his Muse, am busy shredding the old, discarded manuscript pages. What is it about shredding that feels so good?
While the emotions associated with shredding are great, the...