Dear Felix, Please - no walls of "no writing," nothing of the kind. I write to Max and thus to you, too, and Max writes to me, and you are sending me the Selbstwehr and thus are writing to me, too. I am very sorry that you are ... [the ellipsis is Kafka's] It is impossible for me to write the word, there are no traces of it in your articles and therefore not in your thinking either. The ...
I'll be a real book slut and piggy back my foray into thrillerdom by starting my better-be-a-surefire-hit-thriller novel this month. This morning, in fact. I'll plot it, character it and even have an ending before I start - totally unlike my usual writing method. How many words - hmmm?
As I walked at dusk on All Hallows Eve (and, as God is my witness, this event actually happened) I passed a man and two small girls (five or so) tricking and treating. As I approached one of the little girls said: "Dad, can we go in there (pointing). It's number 6666." And indeed it was. The father didn't take them in.