![]() I started Summerlong in 2000 - or maybe it was 2001 it’s hard to be certain with that one. I’m glad of that book, for a lot of reasons.īut Summerlong. That’s the one I still reread - not The Last Unicorn - during the bad days, when I’m convinced that I’ll never again write a sentence that can possibly mean anything to any human being. And my favorite, The Innkeeper’s Song, was plotted in India, during siestas, and seems to have flown to completion back in the States. The Folk of the Air took 18 years, and four complete rewrites, on and off. ![]() It only seemed to take forever - I still think of it as an endless nightmare of revision, and would never have imagined it becoming the book known by people who don’t know I ever wrote anything else. I started The Last Unicorn in the summer of 1962, and published it in 1968. I See by My Outfit- an account of a 1963 motorscooter voyage from New York City to Palo Alto with my lifelong painter friend Phil Sigunick - took five or six months, and was probably the most fun I’ve ever had writing a book. My first novel, A Fine and Private Place, took me a year, starting in the summer when I was a music counselor at a children’s camp and ending the following September, when I left for the requisite young-writer-wandering-Europe year. ![]() ![]() I never know how long a book or a story is going to take me to write. ![]()
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