"So, when do you think you'll come up with something?" asks the writer's wife, Liz. This soul-crushing question aimed at any writer is the core of Williams' metatextual treatise on the craft of composing what he hopes will earn him that Pulitzer Prize for his original idea, if he can prevent himself from being distracted by a local cat. As a reader, I enjoyed the irony of acting as an audience member and enjoying the frustration of process. After all, that is much more enjoyable than actually creating my own work.
"So, when do you think you'll come up with something?" asks the writer's wife, Liz. This soul-crushing question aimed at any writer is the core of Williams' metatextual treatise on the craft of composing what he hopes will earn him that Pulitzer Prize for his original idea, if he can prevent himself from being distracted by a local cat. As a reader, I enjoyed the irony of acting as an audience member and enjoying the frustration of process. After all, that is much more enjoyable than actually creating my own work.