April 9, 2016
I trudged down the country road about 10 PM. It was summer 1985, and I was at a conference in Pennsylvania. A bonfire was being held, and I thought that might be fun to go to. It was located some distance from the campus at which the conference was being held.
I kept walking for a long time. Above me was pinned a full, gray moon. It felt like I walked forever. I finally stopped in the middle of the road. I thought, this is like Ceremonies. I keep going and going and going but I get nowhere.
On the road, I reviewed Ceremonies. When I wasn’t working at a home for people with developmental disabilities, I wrote, mostly on the book. All I did was work at my job or my writing.
And I couldn’t get Ceremonies to work. The structure defeated me.
I thought, this had to change. I decided I would put Ceremonies aside and get something else published.
I glanced up, and there was the bonfire, large and gold, through the trees. I turned around and headed back to my dorm room.