Asakiyume mita

Oh, I wrote that so badly.

I didn't mean that the novel seems as if it might falter. But that I thought the magic might. Magic is so elusive. What I was thinking was something like, Oh, mechanics. Well, yes, and of course one needs them. But -- and this seems characteristic of your writing-- the magic just paused, for my reading, taking a breath while you got the mechanics done.

And the mechanics are important. And the grit is important, though there's nothing contrary to magic about grit. You may remember that I compare your short-story work, insofar as I'd read it, to Barbara Leonie Picard, but that I said I thought you were better. She succumbed to wanting just to float, I think. And you, on the other hand, are greatly daring, and embrace most excellent thorns.