Today, the fourth anniversary of Lee’s death, it was time to begin to read.
This book, through its many versions and drafts, is a labyrinth within, or from, the labyrinth of my memories, and the time has come to make my way on through.
The pages held details that I not only did not remember writing, but I did not remember knowing. This is the magic of 50,000 words in 30 days.
These details give me direction, show me the path to take to bring the book to completion.
I’ll just keep walking now.