
This was a preparing-for-writing project Making a novel out of notes An indirect manner of proceeding It’s all of it in the not-knowing It has to do with notation To build it out of notations taken from my research and my life A daily practice of notation My past, it’s in the mist, what is intense is in the now This moment of writing Noting it down Note-taking with a pen Taking notes (or is it making them? Making notes? She wonders this sometimes) The status of your notes as writing What did you note down today? What did you pick out? Choose to preserve? How to pass from the notation to the book? Connecting, linking up, stitching, stretching fragments? Small stories she has developed from her notes Connections indicated with a piece of thread blue thread and green returning to a kind of art project To do away with parts of the work, to ruin it if necessary, in order to make it live (inside) these spacings empty moments between notes breaths, caesuras, openings that structure spots or moments [the prose is presented in columns] I put myself in Uwe Johnson. I am Uwe Johnson. I no longer merely write about Johnson. I am Johnson. So long as I write, he is I, and I am he. I think of the scene and I can see myself writing chronicling my process as a part of my work as my work testing it out identifying with him an association of practice new work made from her distortion, her mistakes It’s a way of doing research investigating into making as an act of making of practicing her gestures (Woodman’s gestures? Nasreen’s gestures?) in your own as loving extensions of these gestures this research (always) in process