I am working hard at finishing a second draft of a story for class right now, and then I have another story to write right away. So, I totally have time for this, right? But today I was working on this story, and loving every minute, every sentence that I made a little bit better, every time I thought of ways to move from scene to scene. It felt like the gears were really moving. Then, tonight, I read this quote, again, and I realized that it matches so much of what I want my writing to do, and I realized that I really do love this project of writing. So much. Exceedingly.

“An attempt at eliciting the history of a certain family, a certain house in a provincial city — not from documents, events, a study of character or of people’s destinies — but by a search for the mythical sense, the essential core of that history… That dusky, allusive atmosphere, that aura that thickens around any family history, can only occasionally disclose to a poet its second, mythical face: an alternative, a depth in which the secret mystery of blood and race is hidden… These mythical elements are inherent in the region of early childish fantasies, intuitions, fears and anticipations characteristic of the dawn of life” - Bruno Schulz