My apologies … I posted something here (about the king swimming with his mother) that was intended for my 17th century research blog. No doubt you were puzzled!
And no doubt, too, you can relate to that feeling of not having enough time, of being pressed, of being overwhelmed by To Do’s.
Which is why I especially liked this quote from William Faulkner on the opening page of Susan Minot‘s amazing (amazing!) novel Evening:
I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it.
At the same time, going through stuff, I came upon a postcard of a painting I’ve long cherished. I can’t find the image on the Net: imagine a Paul Klee-like mosaic of pastel tiles. The painting, by William T. Wiley, is titled: “I Wish I Could Have Known Earlier That You Have All the Time You’ll Ever Need Right Up to the Day You Die.”
I love the painting, but I’m nuts about the title. For decades I had that postcard—which was sent to me by a relative in 1971 (!)—pinned above my desk, and every time I looked at it, I thought of those words. I’ve retrieved it from my pile of stuff: it’s back up on the wall.
Page 323: mild panic over finishing before the Canadian Thanksgiving weekend (October 9), but a good day, nonetheless. I’m increasing my daily word count and putting in longer hours. It’s important, I think, to bring the momentum of immersion through to the end … if I can.
(So much for my thoughts on timelessness.)
P.S. The post on the King has been deleted.
Thoughts and prayers as you push through. I love that title quote – gonna have to print that out and post it up somewhere myself. Deep truth.