I’ve wasted time and wasted money, spent my time, spent my money. I haven’t wasted my life. Or have I? Sometimes I must write spontaneously, since I don’t have a plot in mind for this story. I had planned on it being picaresque, with a bunch of short stories, now it looks like a bunch of short chapters. There’s nothing wrong with that, but most importantly is finding the narrator’s voice, MY voice, the voice of God. The author is God.