a visit by my mother
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Vancouver, 2002.07.20
My mother arrived for a week's visit, this evening.
twenty-seven years and one million words
My mother arrived for a week's visit, this evening.
Remove everything that has no relevance to the story. If you say in the first chapter that there is a rifle hanging on the wall, in the second or third chapter it absolutely must go off. If it's not going to be fired, it shouldn't be hanging there.
—Anton Chekhov