Have you yet had the pleasure of stumbling upon this project out in the wild?
Daniel and I encountered this installation near Borough Hall sometime in the fall, and we each made a declaration. Mine:
No, not world peace. Just a book. One book. The book that’s been forming in me since I decided to become a writer at age 4, when being a writer meant being an illustrator.
I fully believe in the power of just putting something out there. So here it is: I’m writing a book. A long work of fiction. I am getting up early to spend an hour finessing a hundred words. I am allowing a handful of people I’ve made up to consume my thoughts and refusing to curtail my mind wanderings. I am jotting notes and collecting photos and starting and stopping scenarios. I am going on writing dates with friends who like to sit in silence and make things side by side.
If you see me, ask me how it’s going. That’s how this whole thing works.