Today I forced myself to leave at four and just be by myself for the night. As much as I've been avoiding it. I did allow myself a break to go out with my friend Joyce for an hour to Pinera. That was nice, although somewhat incoherent on both our parts. But fun. Our entire friendship was built upon laughter.
The silence was hard to take at first. I started to work on Amelia and found that it was hard to concentrate. Not due to too much noise but due to lack of noise. Knowing that if I played anything with words I could latch on to, I would lose my focus, I finally ended up playing an Environments tape and put Univision on the TV. Since I don't speak Spanish fluently, this provided me with the background noise I needed but nothing that distracted me.
My surgical incisions continue unabated. Remember, I had been editing the book for the third time before meeting Jen in New York, so I had a lot of material that had not been touched since our meeting. Not any more. In some ways, this final phase is the most fun. I love going from...
"With a groan, the Yellow Hiss shrugged off the pressure created by the accelerating vehicle and lifted himself so that his head was practically through the opening.
The car was traveling at seventy now, but the Hiss seemed to be growing stronger with the momentum. Amelia started to get a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She had left the safety of her basement for this?"
"With a groan, the Yellow Hiss shrugged off the pressure and inched forward until his head was practically through the opening. The car was traveling at seventy now, but the Hiss seemed to be growing stronger with each passing moment."
I don't know. I used to be so sensitive about my writing, about every line of deathless prose. Bottom line is, what's important is the strength of the piece, not the strength of your ego. I can live with a few multiple redundancies removed.