Hemingway appeared to me in that night’s dreaming. “I don’t mind talking tonight. You know how I feel about night thinking.”

“Yes. Night thoughts are nothing.”

“Usually.”

“How do I work, now that she’s gone?”

He thought for a moment. “Start with the truest sentence you know. Then it’s easy.”

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Jack Blair is a biker, triathlete, cowboy, dropout, and writer in Seattle.  His blog on writing, training, eating, and playing is at www.jackblairdaily.wordpress.com.