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.